My secret...

Walking through the woods, my temptation to explore is building higher and higher, but I feel my presence here is unwanted. Unappreciated. Unsafe. The deep indigo sky is caressing a full yellow moon, hanging lazily, almost carelessly, in the midnight sky.
I delve further into the endless unknown forest, as the scratchy hands of pine trees reach out to grab me.
Now, I am not the ugliest girl you have ever seen, with white hair, black at the ends actually, that kind of frames my face. Its shorter on the back then becomes longer nearer the front.
Most of my kind have long black hair though.
But I'm...
Well lets say I'm a bit different.
The humidity in the air tonight is beautifully calming. But still the threat is hanging like a veil upon me.
I have an hour glass frame. A nipped in waste with apparently 'gifted' long legs. I was practically born for sports, just as a wolf born to kill.
But it's my eyes I am most proud of. You see, some people are scared of me because of them. I talk through my eyes, burning red as a fire if something angers me,or turning pink as candy floss when I'm with the people I love. On the rare occasion's that I am scared, my eyes will turn a deep cursing purple, that can scare even the bravest of my family.
Yet when I'm happy my eyes light up in, what I must say is a beautifully serene look.
Well, as serene as I can possibly look.
In fact, they turn almost as blue as people do when they find out what we really are.
Of course,
You don't know what we are.
Do You?...