2. Personal hell...
Before we start:
Name: Razara
Age: 19 years
Type of demon: half demon kitsune.
Gender: female
Hair color: blonde.
Eye color: scarlet.
Birthday: may 5th.
Character: Harmful, stubborn, curious, kind, in the battle-sadist.
Likes: when there is a lot of food, meat, fighting, swords, jokes.
Dislikes: ants, wasps.
Hobbies: loves pranking , loves to cook, to fight with swords.
Fears: ants, wasps...
Power: illusion, fire, high speed, call of foxes.
Clothing: short red black with white sleeves kimono. In the hair, near ear white flower.
Back to the story...
"Bastard! You wanted special services!? You're going to get them... complete..!" the demon shrank in the stone and shivered. In principle it is possible to understand if front of you is a psychotic wench, behind which twisted the nine tails, but on the face a huge fanged smile.
The story was this:
An hour ago I was walking through the woods along the road and to me the basement of this maniac. "What this nut was attracted to me?"- this question still going around in circles in my head.
Now, clinging to me bald pervert, started singing a song that he is very rich, religious man, wants to marry me. I knew immediately that he was from the most abnormal of those who believe that sleeping with a Fox demon can become young.
Immediately I reported to the old demon that I'm too young for that. So in fact no, he stuck like a limpet to the second ninety. He jumped around, splashed a saliva, a walking infection, well... I just had to "explain" that to the girls to stick is impossible.
Suddenly appeared from behind my companion Fox Mizuki "Razara, there's a strong demon, he smells like a dog..."