way down, the lights are dimmer // SOMBRE

[errance]

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire//

SOMBRE
-French
- meaning, “dim”

Explain, explain
As I turn I meet the power//

FEMALE

This time, this time
Turning white and senses dying//

THREE
-born march 20th

Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another//

LUZION

From the summer to the spring//

[Heaven’s transcendence must be glorious indeed, if the lady is so genuine a match in splendor. Silver cascades across the robe in a brilliant waterfall, ivory cast sparsely about to create a mottled effect that dances through the pelt. Blue stains of the lightest cornflower outline the dapples, soft and luminous as they scatter across the haunches and down the calves, simultaneously hiding the scars that adorn her appendages. Just the way she likes it. But someone with concealed battle scars should possess hidden strength - which, of course, she does. The musculature of the femme is toned and deceptive, strong in the shoulder and tapering neatly towards the lower pillars, suggesting a lasting endurance and an unparalleled speed. The tail, short and balanced, professes of agility and coordination, and the paws, while slightly too large for the rest of the fea, enable her for a sturdy hold upon the earth. The features, however, are what truly captivate. Only when one has gazed above the elevated cheekbone and peered into the depths of the crystalline, electric blue of the iris will one know true beauty - but never the true soul. Because maybe it is the mystery enshrouding the ess that allots to the fairness of the maiden deemed Sombre - but then, will you ever know?]

From the mountain to the air//

[Believable, it may be, the façade she puts on in the face of company - a cool, focused temperance, a logical, determined being. And it is true that she is, in all reality, every single one of these things. Yet inwardly, when alone, those “things” give way. The moderation and restraint she shows on a daily basis block the desire and temptation to be fully herself, and unleashed to her core. Pain at being abandoned and heart-broken in the past prevents her from being empathetic in any fashion, although she harbors deep feelings for all those who wind themselves into her heart - although she might never admit it. Her overly-exercised intelligence has made her see the stupidity behind any sort of relationship, and so some believe her to be cold. Yet who doesn’t secretly long for some sort of connection? However, the alone life has served her well - and she believes governing others in that fashion might be beneficial for the survival of the species, which is the root behind her determination to succeed. And succeed she does - in whatever she does. Experience has shaped the dame into a respectable, powerful wolf, but she’s heading for the future, and no one is going to get in her way.

From Samaritan to sin//

[You might start a story with "Once Upon a Time," but this isn't a fairytale for the grandpups. However, some might consider it mightily cliché, yet all she considers it to be is a locked box labeled “PAST” hidden in the darkest recesses of her mind. Every once in a while, she examines the story: Why was it that her parents left her and her two siblings to die? What did she do to make her elder male sibling leave soon after to start a family of his own, leaving no explanation or warning? When had her younger sister fallen ill, and why couldn’t Sombre save her from the chill that overpowered her lifeforce, even when she cut herself open to spill her warm, heated blood across the surface of the younger’s rapidly blueing body? Even after she fled the horror of that past and journeyed to the Tusrelle lands, there were still more questions: How had she made it so far? What made her so distant from the loving charisma she had once been? Unanswered questions seemed to make up her life, but she has dedicated herself to solving them. So, for now, she banishes thoughts of anything related to history - but the rest is the future, and who knows what that might bring? Maybe, “Once Upon a Time…”]

And its waiting on the air//

Not looking; not ever.

Way down, the lights are dimmer//

• If she may be so bold…the lady will most definitely be striving for an alpha female position.
  
• Her creator does not possess the skills of graphics, so sorry about the lack of a picture.
  
• No mutations as of the present.

[( labbie! )]

ACCEPTED!

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beautifully done. <3 make sure she grows that mutation sometime!