Word To The Wise

Night rolled in like a panther creeping on the sickly gazelle that was it's prey, slowly consuming the ancient landscape as lights started roaming across the city and illuminating it with a soft yellow glow. The moon rose high into the star speckled vastness of space, hung on a rope as it seemed to dangle frailly among the stars. The wind was whirling among the roof tops, a cold night to say the least and among on the scenery was a dainty silhouette of what seemed to be a woman standing atop one of the higher buildings. Her head was lifted to the sky as crimson red eyes were reflected by the light of the moon, long hair fluttering behind her in the wind. 

There was something very haunting about her appearance... aside from her abnormally skinny, long body that resembled something of a fleshy skeleton with breasts. Long spiral horns sat atop her head, larger than normal, a sign of royalty in most demon cultures. The dainty figure suddenly turned menacing as large, spiky wings sprawled form her back and with one great flap she was thrusted into the air and suddenly vanished into the shadows. Perhaps the onlooker had been noticed.