Application? How troublesome.

Aralee walked into the building as instructed, her eyes in nasty slits as she observed it skeptically, her entire body tense and ready to tear out the throat of any nearby annoyances. As she saw none, she relaxed slightly, bear feet softly against the floor as she made her way to the desk, her dark sking rippling in the form of scales, though the armor-like things did not surface. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth, dripping with poison, as it thumped onto the desk, creating an acid-hole before it curled back into her mouth.

Aralee grinned wickedly, her three rows of shark-like teeth glinting with a metal sheen as her eyes became barely slits. She leaned over the desk to the person in it, her own body reeking of death and rot. "You'll sign me up for this village, yes~?" she asked tauntingly, her teeth glinting as her dark hair flailed around her head.

*The random man behind the counter takes a nervous gulp, and gives Aralee a thumbs up. "Y-yes, of course." He said spinelessly.*

Aralee's smile closed slightly, the threatining teeth dissapearing under her lips as she nodded, satisfied. "Right then" she murmured, spinning on her heel and padding off, her feet echoing with an inaudible sound as she made her way out.