Lungaia

She is slim and athletic of build, identical in structure to her snowy-pelted twin...but this is all. Pelt thick, dull matte-black, falls over muscular haunch in shineless waves. Muzzle, chest, and tailtip gleam pure acid-white, and the pair of tattered violet wings lay unused across her back. Auds folded to her skull, their tattered remnants hidden in the thicker fur of her neck, she turns a cold gaze upon the horizon, brilliant emerald-green eyes shining with an eternal subdued fire of rage. Muscles tense and she rises to sleek fores, moving away and into shadow--making the eternal search for something she does not recognize...

Solaires chasing the dawn--while Lungaia partakes in her softer night patrol.--piccy by the marvelous Chris

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For so long, Lungaia had been alone and bitter...then she had stumbled upon he who would make her happy--or as happy as was possible for a pairing such as they. And yet, in the flurry of war, Lungaia lost track of Eriensi; she knows he is not dead, for he is immortal, eternal...but the haunting realization that her truest nature may have chased him away now hangs rottenly over her head.
And so she wanders her territory, protective and ever searching...unsure if she is alone.

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[Childhood]
Lungaia grew up quickly, forced into maturity by emotions no child should ever be exposed to. A bitter hatred for her elder sister Kaeerah carried forth from the womb, and before Lungaia could properly see she knew the scent of her own blood. Kaeerah, older and more quick to mature due to her purely demonic nature, mauled the child Lungaia while nursing. The attack left the dark faerie with shredded ribons for ears, the cartilage too damaged to hold them upright. From shame, the pup quickly learned to fold these flaps of fur and skin tightly against her skull, giving her a strange streamlined appearance. She also learned to defend herself.
Lungaia inherited her father's coloration and build, and her mother's eyes--with it, telepathic ability and heightened empathy. Lungaia disliked these powers, distrusted them, and immediately drew away from them, leaving them unpolished; no one knows how powerful she would be if she used them. From infancy onward, Lungaia was a cold-natured loner who preferred her own company to that of her peers; distrusting friends and family, she believed solely in her own ability to solve her problems--and by her early adolesence, she was quite efficient.
[Adolesence]
Lungaia discovered her natural place in the world and her pack quite by accident. In attempt to avoid her twin, Solaires, as best she could, she took to a largely nocturnal existance, sleeping into the early afternoon and then slipping away from her family and pack in the darkness to explore the world on her own. With a deep affection for moonlight and water, Lungaia followed the river most nights, which eventually led her to meet and befriend her sole companion, Eriensi. Eri gave her new reason to venture out in the night--the seeds of romance were sown from the moment they met, and her midnight ventures grew more and more intimate as she grew to trust him.
War broke upon Nantika territory, and the lupess fell into her natural talents. She is not a creature of mercy--and her empathic skills and accustom to darkness gave her an advantage over better-trained rivals. During the heat of battle, something--a demonic something--broke out within her and she lost her senses, attacking out like a berserker at those who dare threaten her people and land.
When she recovered her senses, she was standing in the midst of a dozen fallen enemies, the gonads of a lacivious aggressor hanging from her jaws. Rather than horrified, Lungaia felt suddenly alive--and from that point on, she gave herself the title of warrior and pack protector.
[Adulthood]
Eriensi vanished not so long after all of this--and Lungaia feels the vaguest tinge of remorse. In a deep and aching way, she feels utterly alone--and cannot help but know that she is likely the cause of this. Still, there is the quiet hope that he will return to her...and in the meanwhile, Lungaia refuses to dwell upon this. Making it her daily duty to patrol through the territory--more for inner peace than security--searching for 'interlopers', the lupess seems almost to be searching for an aggressor...