Sleeping Wolves Lie [you really do look fat in that dress] (Open)

She appeared with a pop of displaced air. One moment there was nothing there and then she was. Standing four feet tall, the pink haired individual turned towards the empty space next to her.

"I'm telling you Mister Piggy, it was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! Why do humans have to be so fucked up? Better question, why do I even deal with them?"

The cat like ears atop her head twitched as her tail swished back and forth behind her. Looking around the clearing, Rachel's eyes settled on the lone individual within.

"Aww, already taken? Here I thought I would get some peace and quiet to experiment a bit. Oh well, bet there's enough space for the both of us anyways."

With that said, she moved as far as she could from the other individual while still being in the clearing. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her thoughts in to the realm of dreams, the place she was connected to by simply existing. Pulling at the idea of death, of all that energy imbued with the concept of death throughout all the eons humans had dreamed about it, and then shoved it through the pathway towards herself. Slowly, she moved the energy down her arms, out of her hands, and watched it take shape. A scythe, the blade made of metal so black that no light could possibly reflect off of it. The blade then ended as it met a length of yew wood with what appeared to be the spine of a human along the inside edge. Where they met a human skull faced the opposite direction of the blade, its eye sockets filled with a pale green light. A brackish aura surrounded the weapon, the feeling of wrongness and death filling the area.

Immediately, Rachel let out a pain filled gasp as she felt what was more akin to a sledgehammer hitting her gut as she tried to stabilize the item she now held. Struggling to keep her weapon manifested against the sheer pressure that was the rejection of the realm against this creation, it only took a few seconds before she ultimately lost. With a great cracking noise, the scythe disappeared and Rachel was thrown off her feat, landing hard against the ground. Panting heavily, she laid there for a moment, catching her breath before uttering a single word.

"Fuck."