As she climbs up to the roof, the source of all those heebie-jeebies is finally revealed in a shrieking cry. A body falls backwards, shivering as her chest heaves up and down. She's short for a human, but not to the level of a dwarf. Her body is covered from head to toe in elaborate tattoos, which flow along her body in curvy, swirling lines. They fit together seamlessly; the black ink creating all sorts of unique patterns. She lacks hair entirely, choosing instead to have more tats, stylized to look like suns. Moons adorn her eyes, and stars dot her face between the flowing night sky. Though her normal skin is almost invisible below her artistic form, a creamy caramel denotes a Latin root somewhere in her bloodline. Her eyes are heterochromatic, her left one being blue as her right is green. Currently, they tremble a bit in fear. Her only 'clothing' is a tattered set of blood-red cloth, held up by golden chain and fabric, stretching around her modest chest. Not flat, but nothing bigger than B cups. A loincloth covers her womanly bits, made of similar material. She shivers in place, spayed wide in front of Kizzie.<br/><br/>Gulping, a small voice squeaks out. "Y-you'd better back down! I'll...I'll do something!" She puts on her best menacing face...which is to say, not very menacing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>