Jun 21, 2016
Open w/Beast!Eileen
Eileen spread her wings, parting her jaws in a shriek that could rival and angered banshee. The plague of Yharnam had finally taken hold in the crowfeather hunter. The ebony feathers of her wings shifted and brush over each other as she folded them just enough to maintain balance.
Her feet had merged and reformed into those of a raptor, the three toes wrapped around the twisted part of an iron fence. Talons on her hand gleamed in the light of the ruby moon. Feathers had forced her to remove her hat and hood, the short black hair was dotted with feathers. Her mask was cracked, revealing dark skin and a single golden eye. This was her territory and she was making that known.
