This canine's eye held nothing but malice. Anger and sarcasm were her friends, few of the only friends she had. Standing at 5'9, she wasnt very tall, nor was her build very intimidating, yet the sharp tounge she held and the words she spat at passerby's were enough to settle herself. This canine was strong, having lost only two fights that had rather bad consequences. One of those fights caused her a horizontal jagged scar on the left side of her throat and a slanted scar down her right cheek. Both were very noticable, unless hidden behind the blue locks that often fell loose down her back.
Almost everything about her was black, and it was rare that she opened up. Rather loose pants fitted her lower body, falling past the heavy boots that encompassed her hind feet. A sleeveless blue shirt covered her upper body, exposing the tattoos she had. An ice blue rose, its stem winding around a blade on her left shoulder and a pair of golden eyes on her right lower arm.
Where she use to carry daggers of all sizes was now empty, voids of space. Upon the remaining inches of her arms were scars, old cuts that had healed and new cuts that took their place. Self inflicted were most, yet some remained from old battles. Just as everyone else, the canine had her fears. The few things that could keep her from attacking, though one had to experiment in order to find out what they were.
