I take one last look in the mirror, I see my long black hair and crimson red eyes. I have curves that give me a very feminine but dominant aura. To most I would be a beauty, but I dont see my self that way. No, I never used my looks to attract attention, but rather I engraved my image into my victims. Of course not many knew of my appearance as the infamous "Reaper", but as a highly known pack of course people knew of me. They knew of a she wolf who was rarely introduced to the world, but whose appearance was yet to be confirmed. But even then I was to disguise my true appearance, can't have anyone discovering my true lineage.
So I say bye to my cascade of pure black hair as I cut it just under my collarbone, I insert contacts of just an ordinary brown color into my deep and heartless crimson eyes. And as for the rest it doesnt have to be altered, my hair and eyes is the only thing that's been publically known, it's a trait only known to be under the main family.
As for my slack face, it's going be easy showing a mask, I've done it for years. Only now it has to be an all around job. I smile at the mirror, a stunning smile, and eyes that have so much life but mysterious at the same time. How can people live like this?
My sudden moment of peace is soon disrupted by a knock on the door, " You're vehicle is ready, you can leave now." Well that was a good five minutes of self evaluation. I leave the building that was known as our headquarters, or my "home" for what is going to be for a good time.