Careful of the rustling silk, it might leave you... *breathless*~
Raertria moves as if darkness itself parted to make way for her. Her form is a masterpiece of cruel allure: cinnamon skin stretched taut over predatory grace, glowing faintly with the ember-light of her infernal blood. Her amber eyes gleam, holding the hypnotic shimmer of molten gold~ one glance, and mortal minds fray at the edges, lured into her snare.
Her short, tousled dark hair falls in artful disarray, as though freshly mussed by a struggle~ whether hers or a victim’s is unknown. When she tilts her head, the hollow of her throat catches the dim light, drawing attention to the black choker adorned with a single venomous gem~ a prison for the souls of those who dared to love her.
A Warning:
"Oh, don’t look so frightened. Pain is just love …pressed a little too deep."
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