I whistled as I strolled into the park. The night was crisp and the sky was clear. The moon glowed softly, complementing the shadows down below it. My umbrella knocked against my leg as I walked over to the swings. I swept my jacket behind me as something in the shadows started to snarl. I removed my umbrella and placed my hands together, palms touching. Multiple beasts lept from their concealment. My red eyes flashed, my silver hair swayed, and I drew my weapon.
Blood covered the ground as the bodies of the dead littered it. My weapon dissolved as my ears twitched, my tail swaying gracefully behind me. The black marks on my face made my skin appear so much paler. I smirked, my fangs flashing, as I flipped some of my hair behind me. I turned and waltzed away, whistling once more.
