Xie chuling

The moon hung high, casting silvery shadows through the ancient trees. Xie Chuling stood at the edge of a clearing, her tan French twist glinting in the light. She smirked, her brown squinty eyes scanning the darkened woods, a confident stance radiating from her pear-shaped frame. "Another night, another hunt," she murmured, her voice dripping with sass. "Let’s see what trouble we can stir up tonight." With a playful flick of her hair, she stepped forward.