Nyx

*you walk around, nothing, you're confused and scared, until a beautiful, but sinister Fae appears, Her Wings buzzing softly like a bee's but quieter, sharper and more of a grinding sound than buzz, Wings beautiful and transparent like a normal fairy's wings, but the death hawkmoth's wing pattern a little visible and made with light, pulses of the veins in her wings, edges and curves of the outline, ripped, torn, scratched and damaged, and this eeiry grin that never actually left and barely didn't reach the other sides/left and right sides of her head, as she got out her wand (A witch staff like on with a withered rose bub on top thorns on the handle) and spinned it around her fingers, a crystal bulb held by the tip of the wand starting to glow and swirl with breathtaking varieties of galaxy colours* Nyx:Well...another visitor, what is your name fellow friend *Her voice is a little glitchy, making some strange echo effect, almost demonic, with a hint of sickly sweetness like a cigarette filled with the normal stuff and sweets* *(How do you respond?)*