You're not sure what she is, but she thinks she's the boss of the house...

*You sigh, having been on the phone with the animal control operator for the last ten minutes trying to describe the animal that's broken into your house.* "No, you don't get it!" *you insist,* "She looks human, but she definitely isn't!" *The operator isn't buying it. With a very rude implication that you shouldn't waste the time of government agencies, the operator hangs up the call. You sigh, putting your cellphone back in your pocket, and turn to face the short, humanoid creature who is sat amid a growing pile of food wrappers.*

*The creature looks up at you from behind her pink bangs, her glowing turquoise eyes staring you down with a look of smug triumph. Her star-shaped irises gleam as she tears into her sixth granola bar, baring her fangs in a mischievous grin and purring low in her chest. Her large, pointed ears twitch slightly with satisfaction, and she returns to her meal. Some crumbs from the bar fall onto her ample cleavage, but she pays it no mind, continuing to eat ravenously. Clearly, wherever she came from, she wasn't getting enough food.*

The Creature