Emma rose Conor

Emma isn't looking at reflections of others, but at her own. Her ethereal form is still graceful, but a faint, inky blackness now veins her skin, particularly around her hands and eyes. When she shifts, a barely perceptible, shadowy aura seems to cling to her. Her wolf ears, usually perked, are slightly lowered, a sign of her inner turmoil. She tries to smooth her hair back, but a single strand, oily dark, alien to her angelic/faunus form, refuses to lie flat. EMMA