Alouette

SOrry about the shortness.
Insanity. It weaved through the caverns like a plague. A song, a horrible.. horrible song was emitted. A song of death. "Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai. Je te plumerai la t?te. Je te plumerai la t?te. Et la t?te! Et la t?te! Alouette! Alouette! A-a-a-ah." She repeated and repeated, her voice high and scratchy. Her step with full of pep, but there was something about the way she moved. It was like a child, though the look in her eyes was something of a monster, a death dealer. Her tail swayed quickly as she skipped along the halls of the caves. Her voice rang through the caverns loudly, though it was in such tune. It sounded perfectly horrible. The woman was a mystery, a ball of curiosity. Though, those pale blue orbs were much more intense then any normal temptress. Yet, she was not a temptress. She was not your usual luxurious babe with lovely hips. Oh no. This one was a demon. A killer. A psychopath.