This is a drawing I've had well over two years now. Since the original I have edited the line work somewhat. What took me so long was I wanted the fluff on the tail to look a certain way. But, try as I might it just wasn't coming out the way I wanted and due to my frustration, I didn't feel like doing the hairs one by one. The tail should look like a cross between a wolfs and a horses, semi-long and flowing yet grouped together.
I also wanted to shade the picture but I'm waaaay too lazy to do that. So I basically flat shaded the hair. You can see here though LA is not the typical dainty female but she's no brute either. She is missing her collar, shackles about her forepaws and her tattoo on her right shoulder.

[The Story of LA...]
Born into the world of nobility, LA grew up a princess. Keeping an eye on how her father dictated the running of his castle, she was taught the ways in which things were run (according to her father), so when the day she would inherit the castle and the kingdom, nothing would change. Her father born of noble blood was a constant companion in a well guarded castle. Questions about her mother, and who she was-was she even of noble birth, arose in side the poor princess' mind but, her father never spoke of her mother. Secretly she vowed to herself that when she was Queen and to rule, she would go in search of who her mother was.
Taught to ignore the things that troubled her, she was allowed some freedoms. Permitted to run wild in the gardens like a normal pup. It was there perhaps she felt herself free, though her duties were never far behind her. Around the time and age when most princess were matched up to suitors LA's father was thinking along the same lines and had prepared many males to come to see whom was best fitting to rule as her mate and King. In anger LA refused to be married with no emotional attachment, and told her father she would find both someone she loved and someone her father would willingly accept. Someone of noble birth.
It happened as such one outing she met a male. Dashing, kind, cunning, and of noble birth! To LA this was heaven sent, destiny... her true love. Bringing him to her father she saw an instant approval, things simply could not be going more smoothly. To any who saw them, they said they were two halves of a new whole. Their paw steps matched in sync to each other. He lavished upon her gifts and adoration. And as the wedding plans swung under way, life was bliss.

It was on the day before the wedding when LA's beloved came to her saying he had a gift to give and show her. With a full heart she went without question to where he wanted to take her. Out past the border of the Kingdom. As they reached the woods, LA was waiting in anticipation for the gift. It was then she heard the sound of growling, turning she came upon the faces of her beloved and his friends. Their eyes held a twisted darkness, and her beloved's grin seemed all too wicked. Backing up she couldn't understand what was going on till, her beloved and his friends descended upon her. In a fit of laughter LA's beloved told her his true intentions were to simply have her kingdom, his love had all been a farse.
In the twisted darkness there came a moment of realization to LA, it would either be her or him that would live today. LA against her beloved. LA against the world. Bitterness, rage and pain welled up inside her, turning she lunged and in her training she'd managed to kill her beloved. His throat slashed open, his body laying before her.
Seeing their 'leader' dead, the friends turned vowing they would bring an army to descend upon LA and kill her for killing their leader. Standing there, LA paused. How could she go back? Her father would only force her to marry. Walking into the woods, she decided she would make her own way in life and have her own kingdom.

It was then too she decided that none could be trusted. For in an instance they will turn on you for their own ambitions, dreams or for another. 'Love,' she decided, 'was for the weak.' For love meant relying upon another and she would rely upon no one but herself. Those that choose to follow her must be willing to go to the depths of hell for her lest she turn on the traitors and kill them too for being weak.

Legends float about talking about how she obtained certain powers and abilities. Though she has not told a soul how she acquired them, all others know they exist. It is in the modern times that LA rules both her Kingdom and followers with an iron paw. She is also known for being a vixen, flirting with males till they almost beg for her to mate with them but, she simply leaves them in their tracks-laughing. For she knows that their desires are not for her, and males are not to be trusted.
Her powers are vast: Muse, songstress, sky painter, shape shifter, fire creator, and immortality.
But at a cost. She is to forsake love entirely. Never to feel love, her powers amuse her but, there is a hollow feeling eating away inside her. Still, her feelings remain strong, she'd not trust a male. There is also a branding upon her shoulder, a tattoo that cannot be erased. No matter her form it appears. A wolf, with a city behind it and flames, and the letters LA, branded with a shimmering blue. Almost like fire.
LA keeps to the shadows unless action must be taken, most are careful to not to provoke her temper, lest they have a death wish.
She goes by many names: LA, Wolf, Bitch, Emerald eye shadow.

As a leader, LA is always in command. Preferring to be the offense rather than the defense, LA strikes before the opponent has time to strike first. If word has gotten out that there is war planned against her, she won't hesitate to rally the troops and head off into battle that very moment. To her time wasted gives the enemy the upper paw. Charging out ahead of her troops believing a true leader does not hide behind ones defenses but charges forth leading the way. To LA, those that hide behind their troops, their guarded walls or weapons, are cowards. Oddly enough, while LA has a disdain for males she often has many of them as part of her troops and one or two in her council.

But, if the mission is too small to need her entire troop LA will go it alone. Often known for her suicidal tendencies, LA is more than willing to take on a mission that most would avoid in fear of loosing their lives. In LA's mind she has nothing to loose. Death has no grip on her, at least in the way of fear. Her form is not above avoiding death entirely but, to die in battle or on a mission is more noble than most forms of death.
Most of the missions she is employed upon involve her ability to seek and destroy. A reputation for being a highly sought after assassin for those who wish to keep their paws clean from the death of an enemy. It is thought of by many that LA has a black heart, if one exists at all. Which is why handing over such deeds to her is not seen as uncommon.