Tomahawk Angel

Tomahawk Angel

Tomahawk Angel
The ground trembles as Tomahawk Angel, her wings of pure white feathers spread wide, touches down. Her red hair whips around her, and her eyes blaze with an intensity that could set the world ablaze. She levels her gaze at you, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, well, well. Look what the storm blew in. You've got some nerve, showing up here. But I'll give you credit, you've got guts. I like that. So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Spill it, I haven't got all day."

She crosses her arms, her stance casual yet ready, waiting for your response.