I have been cursed
Phoenix
Years I've walked this ground
Three
They say I am
A vixen
I resemble features...
Of an arctic wolf
The home where I reside is,
No where
I see myself as
Strong. A beautiful vibrant coat which with time will turn silver with black tips. As of now, I'm silver. A metallic color that seems to derive attention from others. And attention is the least of my worries. I wish every night to be a darker color, when all in good time, I will turn into my favorite color. Dark charcoal grey.
My past is..
Not for wandering eyes to see. Maybe if you would like to know it, then you'd like to know me. Until then, my past is not for yours to see. After all, I wouldn't like it very much if people knew my problems. And neither would you.
Others tell me I'm
Cunning. Dark. Lets just say, extremely happy light wolves annoy me to no end. Shall we say that in the word Desperation the words shift into a rope ends it? Lets not let that happen too soon to me would you?
Roleplaying Sample:

with eyes of darkness
the worries seem done

--+-- spring --+-- As her beautiful song came to a halt she lowered her head to catch her reflection in the rippling slate waters. She half expected rain to come pouring down to make this once beautiful day turn to how she felt. Not worth anything. That's how she thought of herself. She didn't think she deserved anything. And the vixen knew if she id feel like she deserved everything she'd be in a worse state of thought. At least she would be something.. Unlike what her "mother" thought of her. If Tiger really wanted to know how her daughter was doing, she figured that she would come and find her. But no. Tiger never came. She was stuck in the mind-buzzing family feud about who would own Mountain Peaks. She started to feel disgusted about the entire matter.

--+-- summer --+-- She shook her silver head. The traits of her grandmother coming out. The black tips on a wolf head only a hunter would want. That is, from her eyes. They made a statement. Pouring out her emotions even if she didn't want them to. A perfect mood ring of the Canis lupus breeds. But then something caught her eyes. Her copper colored pools dramatically changing to a dark blue. Almost like sapphire. For what she saw she thought she never would. A copper dream dipped in ivory. She watched rather interested as the male spoke. She calmly dipped her head in a small greeting as she was taught to do. She slowly began becoming captivated by his breath-taking eyes. Her own were also that. Breath-taking. She allowed a small smile to come to her maw as she shook her entire body for a few seconds. Ridding the brown dirt from her gray pelt. Her auds were straight foreward. Her mind slowly sending a prayer of thanks to her grandmother and she knew that if she were to have pups one day she would definitely name one after her grandmother. Phoenix.

--+-- autumn --+-- A small chill went up the female's spine as he spoke again. She allowed a smile and a small laugh at the word doll. She then spoke her name in the same beautiful voice as the howl. Only the name better than the song. Something you never heard before.. Something unique. "I have been cursed with the name, Adieux. It means farewell." She allowed a small pause before she spoke again. "So, do you have a name?" She inquired with a smirk. She knew it was something odd but that was her. She was just.. Odd. Strange.. The one that no other wolf would be friends with just because of that. One simple difference. She shuddered just thinking about it.

--+-- winter --+-- Although the shudder was unnoticeable, she had to break the eye contact. Her eyes were changing as she had broken away from it. Her emotion returning to that of a dark, damp day. The clouds giving you back your dark feelings inside you. Her eyes turning from that beautiful color had changed to a dark gray. No emotion inside them but all the emotion that was needed for her to look away. She was supposed to be bringing light into herself and wherever she went. Or so she thought. But she had indeed thought wrong, and now look at her. A lonely female. Her memories taking everything away. She let out a small sigh. Looked up making eye contact with the very handsome male infront of her and worked on letting the emotion subside until later, where she would end up the same as in the morning. A dark.. cold sweat making her day seem dark when it what a blindingly beautiful day. To her, it was almost as if she was in hell.

but little do we know
that it has just begun