A dark and mysterious being, not unlike the night itself. Her visage is made of oddly spindled features. A barreled chest that tapers into a slimmer midsection, held high by long, gangly legs. The face of a wolf, if a wolf had been stretched and pulled out by it's nose. Her skull is a touch too narrow, her snout a touch too long. Her deep blue eyes are a touch too small. All features that speak of a sighthound heritage she doesn't know of and would not believe. In her eyes; her unique features are from her mother and the moon.
So below
Her mother spoke in fables and metaphors, dying before Lorna could take them as anything but literal. Unlike her mother's eloquence and intelligence she is far more simple-minded, yet no less enveloped in mysticism. She is stubborn, she is haughty. She is a fucking brat. She is very childish and ridiculously crude. She uses large and colorful words she actually doesn't know the meaning of. Where words fail her, teeth work just fine (a feral thing she is). She despises being touched.