Pristine white base coat, with two distinct markings. These would be auburn in colour, the biggest being the one on her front- covering the right side of her face up until her brow ridge, where then it melts down along her jaw to wrap around her throat and to bleed down her right foreleg. The colour stops just before her paw and tapers in a thin manner. Her other marking is a sort of low saddle upon her lower back. At the edge of both markings the white blends into the darker colour, taking away some from the stark contrast of colours.
Venomous green eyes with striations of of sickly yellow green throughout that make the colour even more intense and electrified. A darker moss green adorns the outer edges of the iris as well as around the pupil, creating a dimensional aspect to her gaze and bringing out the depth between the three colours.
Her pelt is thick and luxurious all over, being most helpful to her in the colder months, and while it does add to her size it also happens to emphasize her curvaceous figure. She could easily be looked upon as a femme 'fatale.' She bears three deep and obvious scars upon the right side of her chest; and from past fights the right side of her muzzle is deeply scarred, the dark lip there twisting upward in a grotesque manner she likes to refer to as her 'forever smile.'
What she lacks in empathy and a general care for others, she makes up for with ambition and cunning. It is easier, and much more fruitful, to use others as they are meant to be used. For while some believed they were all here for one another, to look after and cherish one another while praising some gods for their existence- Seline was not such a wolf.
She had never been a believer in angels, demons, spirits, and even the gods; she was an outcast in a world so full of magic and and otherworldly things. The flesh and the blood was the here and the now, and that was what mattered the most. It always had been what mattered the most. She has not typically held the same values, or the same ideas as others, instead forming her own walk through life. Solitary by nature, it does not bother her to live apart or to live other than from what is considered to be normal.
Manipulative would be putting it mildly, and she has a heightened obsession with beautiful things, be they wolves or objects or places. Entirely charming with a false sense of kindness behind every word, and though her voice is as sweet as honey there is more often than not hidden venom that lurks just beneath the surface. She is not extremely reckless, but impulsive and spontaneous are quite fitting describing words.
Coupled with a natural confidence - what some may even consider an over confidence - she believes whole heartedly that she is a force to be reckoned with.
