Emblyn

There's a rumor of demons in these woods. Or maybe she just looks like a demon. It's hard to get a straight answer out of her when she's tearing through the jungle every night, taking on a form that looks quite unlike her inner self. It's an image she keeps quite secret, the cat behind the glowing mask, but she's occasionally willing to let the midnight wings fade away, to let her mane fall loose into the shadows again, becoming normal for a time, or at least as normal as she can possibly be.