S L E E P, my child. { inc. }

[Flightless ☂]

N A M E. Insomnia
G E N D E R. Bitch
A G E. Four
B I R T H D A T E. December 1st
S PE C I E S. Luzion

D E S C R I P T I O N.
Un-proportionally, the bitch is longer than tall; this enhances the aerodynamic look she sports nearly professionally. From the tip of her coal-colored nose to the last hair upon her poofy tail she is a full six feet, a bit longer than the average Gray Wolf. Compare this to her height of thirty inches at the shoulder, and you can tell she is longer than tall. Being a light Luzion, she maxes in a fifty-five to sixty pounds depending on the amount of prey available to her. This makes one believe she has Indian or Arabic descendants, but of course, she doesn't know. Continuing the topic of her body build, she is built for speed, agility, and stamina. A powerful heart and a fine set of lungs are encased in a narrow, but thick, chest that swoops in to her stomach at a rather great angle, reminding one of a Greyhound. To further enhance the endurance and general locomotion, she was blessed with a powerful back and an impressive set of hind legs. Like most wolves, Insomnia has two coats: a thick, water-resistant undercoat to insulate and a though-haired overcoat to repel dirt. Her under-pelt is the blackest ebony, which isn't very unique, but her over-coat is a nearly translucent maroon-red, the color of blood. One of the most unique characteristics of Insomnia are her eyes. They glow at nightfall, silver flashlights. But when her blood lust begins, they gradually gradient into the same color of the light hairs of her overcoat.
P E R S O N A L I T Y.
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H I S T O R Y.
It was the break of dawn, the beautiful midnight-black sky was becoming radiant. It was a gradual change. Slowly, the cool colors of night began to warm up. Also, the freezing cold temperatures of night began to increase by a degree or two. Upon the snowy earth were droplets of scattered blood. I had caused all of this. A snicker released from my chops. I-Insomnia.. My silver eyes glowed and dug right into the speaker who dared to interrupt my moment. My own fucking mother. I narrowed my eyes at her. Insomnia, sweet Insom- What the fuck? Shut the fuck up, you pitiful bitch. I snarled at her, black curtains revealing luminescent white knives. Please, have mercy.. I laughed. I couldn't help it. Mercy? Like these pathetic fools ever gave me mercy. I laughed so hard, I probably look like a psychopathic freak. Oh, right, I was a psychopathic freak. Oh, Milday, mercy is for the weak. Those were the last words she heard. And the last sound I heard was her beautiful scream rip through the night as I snapped her neck. I walked away from the dead bodies, innocently killed in the night. As I made my oh-so-dramatic exit, my cackle shattered the moon.

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It was a cold December night when I was born, a mere hour before the sun was to rise. In exactly two years, my life would change majorly, but I had no idea then. My father was the alpha, and my mother was.. not. "Pop" was a disgusting, straying man-whore. His poor darling didn't see it coming, still hasn't. All she saw was a pregnant newcomer waltzing in her lands, in need of a home. Immediately after I was born that early, early morning, my true mother died, her name lost in the shadows. Acting as a good alpha, Thor took in the pups along with his mate, Milday. She had a litter of still-borns a week or two before my birth, so her milk was still being produced. Milday was a good mother, she treated us quite well, but she knew I was different. Like most females, she waited a week before she named us, to gather in our personality. In that week, I did not sleep besides an hour every other day. She went along the line of my siblings, blessing us with our names. Thorine. That was directed for my sister, the daddy's girl. She was the first-born and looked almost exactly like Thor, same with how she acted. Lukin. To my brother, the pathetic one. He was the runt of our small litter and looked like my mother, same with how he acted. She stared at me a good while, looking me in the eyes. My glowing, silver eyes. So eerie, how you could see me as I stalked through the dark. She stumbled upon her words. Insomnia. In the next two years before "The Night," I had done some horrible shit, but as the alpha's foster pups, I could get away with it all. I killed at least seven or eight pups. Now so much, eh? Our pack isn't the most fertile, so that was about 75%. I should have been exiled, but no one could deny that I was special.

L O O K I N G. Not exactly.
A G E R A N G E. From as young as two to as old as six.
L O O K S F O R I N A W O L F. As long as they can walk & talk, I'm alright.

C O M M E N T S. ---
L I N K S. ---

[( labbie! )]

ACCEPTED!

I'm so sorry I took forever, I thought this was still a wip so I ignored it! xD