About 12 feet tall, black, lithe, with 2 large legs, barefoot. Her toes ended in talons, her human shaped hands were claws. Her face was hidden behind a black mask, but the mask was human shaped in appearance. Her back had several appendages. One were what appeared to be wings, slightly. They stuck out from her back, only one bone segment jutted up and out, no other indication as to if they were wings, or only just bone spikes ment for impalement.
The second set of appendages were another set of arms, but they reached from her midsection downto the floor, and went back up. They were thin, and oddly shaped. It wasnt until you got to a different angle you realize that they had mouths attached to them. Not, there was a mouth in the hand or arm, but that the arm itself was a mouth. Lower and upper jaw, fully functional, lined with dozens of sharp, pointed teeth.

She wore no clothing, but she wasnt naked, odd plating, like chitin plating on beatles and insects. Her skin was a steely, slate grey, and her plating was black, with small accents of white and red. Her voice was soft, but vile. Like the characters you see on television, you dont know their personality, but just from their voice, you know they're gonna be a bitch. Verra is, and proud of it. You can hear it in her voice, how she recognises some one, and speaks down to them.

There was more to her figure, but I couldn't see it all too well in my state. It seemed to meld and fuse with the environment she created for me. In the darkness she watched, and enjoyed my terror.

She is verra, and she has called herself queen of my nightmares.

Why do my dreams make their own characters? Or, if we go by my belief system, why do my dreams have to introduce me to such beings? I have a hard enough time dealing with my current reality, I dont need to be constantly thrown into a new, gorefest reality as well DX