Mithwyth

Three Littermates (NPCs)

Tallow and Quentin (Uncles, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Mithwyth was a gray-and-russet she-wolf with amber-brown eyes. She joined the pack of Fellfang, where her story is just beginning. Mithwyth was created and RP'd by akitapup.

## Personality

As subtle as a rock to the face, her presence is difficult to miss. Affable and always looking to make a new friend, Mithwyth will introduce herself to strangers even if they show every sign that they aren't looking for one. It matters little to her. After all, why wouldn't you want a companion like Mithwyth? She's passionate, hot headed, and a ferocity runs through her veins. Innately loyal to her friends, she will protect them with whatever she's got.

While she is strong in resolve, her brashness and curiosity often leads her into sticky situations. She speaks before she thinks, her divisive mind putting her at odds with the general public. She tends to be quite blunt and offensive without realizing how others take her words to heart. What seems like a very straightforward and polite question to her is one that's usually not something you should ever ask someone. Point this out to her and she'll come back at you with a million questions, out of genuine curiosity and an attempt to right her wrongs. Like her loved ones, while she may not be kind, she will always want to do better.

At her heart, she finds it difficult to ignore the call of the wild. Her paws are meant to wander and she will hold a grudge against anyone who tells her what she can and cannot do. Freedom shouldn't be hindered, it should be encouraged. Often times, she'll stay up late to wander where others aren't, just to get a taste of that freedom.

Her youth does show in her naivity. An ingenué, she looks at the world around her with fresh eyes and glances over the darkness that looms around her. Sheltered by her family, she fails to see what reasons a wolf would have for hurting another physically. Raised to believe in dark spirits, she historically has chalked it up to that, whenever she's heard stories of others. She set out from her pack at a young age and will learn from others around her. Most inappropriate jokes will fly right over her head and she won't think much of them unless someone tells her otherwise.

Given that her peers from Harbor came from all different walks of life, she's accepting of others' beliefs, even if she finds them to be foolish or silly. They taught her many life skills that have kept her alive. Her mother taught her some herbal practices her own father had passed onto her. She is a good fisher, quick with her teeth and paws and not a half bad hunter as well. She's also a decent fighter if need be, but she doesn't believe anything would ever come to that. Why would you fight when you can just talk it out, right? She was taught to be respectful of all the life around her and for the most part, tries to follow this. Indiscriminatory of other species, she doesn't understand (seeingly) irrational fears of creatures like bobcats, catamounts or bears. Her view is that if you leave them alone and be kind to them, they will leave you alone and be kind to you. If only this rationale would carry over to her view of other wolves.

At her worst, Mithwyth is a simple fool who doesn't understand the consequences of her words at times. But at her best, she's extroverted and friendly, trying to make a difference in other's lives.

## Pre-Group History

Khatar and Tirrithé were once two strangers, joined together by an escape from war amongst a never ending force. Their friends followed along with them and the dark prince found them all a safe haven of a home, in their pack of Harbor. The healer and the prince’s years of longing and unspoken adoration grew to a point where it could no longer be kept a secret. Naturally, Tirrithé fell pregnant shortly after. Four pups arrived in the spring, including the little Mithwyth.

She was the second born, a dear daughter. Her siblings were all she could want for, as well as her uncles. Her mother was loving and sweet and her father was doting.

In the misty rainforests of Harbor’s territory along the shore, she was taught her mother’s religion and father’s beliefs. Tallow and Quentin taught her to hunt and fight. She spent many a day chewing on their ears, grabbing at their tails, demanding Khatar watch her as she fought off the fiercest of creatures that came crawling across the forest floors. Life was once so simple. It was pure.

That was until her litter reached the age of six months. She felt a wanderlust set into her bones at the same time a neighboring pack began to encroach closer to their territory. She didn’t understand why her father stayed up late at night, worrying, and her pack patrolled the territory. After all, they were just wolves, weren’t they? Khatar often preached of the danger of a wolf that wasn’t Harborborn or raised but how could she confirm that without meeting one? Taking her father’s word at face value seemed stupid.

Khatar and Mith were often at odds- oil and water. Her father did not betray his royal upbringing. Though he was not always nice, he was most often kind. He was a man that strived to do his best and to always do better. Mith was the opposite. Though she’d been raised by nothing but respectable wolves, she was often flippant with her words. Worse, she was rash with her actions and did not think of what would follow. The father and daughter duo butted heads, especially after she once snuck out alone to see the blackfish breaching near the shore. He wished to tighten his grasp on her whereabouts, so worried what may happen out of his reach. It was infuriating.

No wolf had trespassed on their territory. No creature had ever hurt her. She pointed this out to Tallow and Quentin. While sympathetic, they agreed with her father. She then went to pester her mother and ask why they all hid from other wolves, why they didn’t let strangers on their land. Wrongly, she pushed Tirrithé, not physically but with her words. Why were they so afraid of everyone?

Khatar managed to butt in with a sharp reminder of watching her words- but Mithwyth, incensed by months of impatience and exasperation, snapped out at her father. She called him a coward- and he looked at her with the saddest eyes she’d ever seen.

But he could not pull the air out from under her wings. If she was given them, then it meant she should fly.

After a solid three months of traveling nonstop daily, paw pads worn and joints aching, she went as far as her feet could take her: to the sea.

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