The maniacal smile, paired with wide, staring eyes, are the first things that capture the attention. They do not blink, do not lose focus, just stare, relentlessly. Unnervingly. The sword, although sheathed, does little to dispel the sinister aura, and the tattered black trousers and belts only add to it.
A spiky black tail flicks, jerkily, from side to side, and a dark, shadowy halo spins lazily above her head. She reaches up and lazily flicks her winged cap, tilted at a jaunty angle which seems to make mockery of the world, and all in it. And then, just when it seems all is revealed, a small black kitten peeps round from behind her head, and leaves the observer wondering just who - or what - they have seen after all...
