Scarred Inside and Out

A pool of crimson swarmed around the fearful hunter as he stared at me in shock and fear. My greyish white eyes stared at him as my ratted white hair fell down my body in a messy manner. I knew I shouldn't have shifted till my arm healed but the urge to see his blood clouded my judgement. I picked up the rifle in one hand since the other was paralyzed for the moment. I cocked it in the movie like scene all dramatic and impressing as I pointed the barrel towards the hunter's head as I say in a wicked soft tone

"Tell me... Have you never heard the stories of the White Wolves? They only bring chaos and pain... I am a demon in disguise. The White Demon of the Aztec Curse, born to bring your nation to its feet."