I'm a wolf, a wolf that has tendrils of blue mist curling off of my whitest of pearl white fur; My claws are razor sharp, my eyes are the iciest of blues; my mouth forms words while my voice is soft and kind; in reality, I am the daughter of Loki. I shapeshift supreme; one second, a snake; the next, a baboon; you would be surprised to learn, to learn that I am a human inside. My human form, my human form, it has one eye amber, one eye blue; my skin is tan; my hair is fiery red, my body lean; in reality, I prefer the wolf, the wilds, the wind!