Aurith

Hethu (Brother, NPC)

Two Stillborn Siblings (NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Aurith was a silver-and-white she-wolf with terracotta colored eyes. She was a member of Mhor, as a Mage, under Archqueen Rowena's reign. Her story is ongoing. Aurith was created and RP'd by Zoketi.

## Personality

* ***Distant, Thoughtful, and Curious.*** Dreamy, a touch air-headed, Aurith moves through life on drifting paws. She is a strange optimist; though serious, her views are often far beyond her grasp. She sees the world as a whole, though she’s very aware of how small her place in it is. However, she’s of the belief that even the smallest can have great effects on things. She is one to look twice at things perhaps some others might not. The oddest things may captivate her.
* ***Cowardly and Amicable.*** Aurith is no fighter. She is unfond of violence, and limits her brutal actions to survival only, such as hunting. Conflict between wolves frightens her. Even verbal argument is upsetting, and Aurith will go out of her way to try and resolve things. This might include disregarding her own needs or wants. She’s much more willing to have peace, even if it means doing something she doesn’t like. She tends to be fairly easy to walk over in that way.
* ***Foolish and Bizarre.*** She seems to forget about herself, in a passive manner that leads her into trouble more often than not. It’s almost like she sees from outside her own form at times, like she’s watching her life go by as a mere viewer. She is not particularly good at surviving on her own for this reason. Her sense of self-preservation is not too great, though she tends to be aware more of others than herself.
* ***Genuine and Open-Minded.*** She is honest, but almost painfully so. She doesn’t entirely have a filter, and is not so good at reading others. However, she is almost never directly aggressive.

## Pre-Group History

They were running. What from, she was never told. But they’d run fast and far, over mountains and through valleys, until their paws were scarred and worn. Until Misluina was forced to lay and bring her pups into the world. Out of four, only two took their first breaths. Aurith and Hethu were born in the depths of a pine glen, sheltered by jagged peaks. It was a world not their own… and yet it would have to be.

The pair and their two new offspring would settle in the unfamiliar lands for a time. Of course, it was not all sweets and sunshine, especially to the pups’ father, Nolandir. He had been a pack wolf most of his life and was displeased, to say the least, about his family’s current situation. Misluina, on the other paw, was accustomed to the life of a loner. But she was a new parent too, and worried for the lives of their young. Travel was out of the question while the cubs were little, but the duo planned to seek shelter among other wolves in the future.

Aurith was older by approximately four minutes, but she was clearly the submissive pup of the litter. Docile and wide-eyed, she let her brother take the lead. She was less inclined to rambunctious activities, but Hethu was gentle with her, and occasionally they would romp together. The two of them were exceptionally close. They wondered about the world, especially with their parents' assurance that one day they would move on and find a pack to live amongst.

Come autumn, the little family set off from their brief home. From the sheltered coniferous woods to open plains, to rocky shrublands and swamps, it was to Aurith an incredible experience. Their parents taught them of the world and its inhabitants. They began learning how to hunt, something that Hethu excelled at and Aurith found alarming at first. However, she quickly understood the need and the sacrifice, as her mother told her. It was a cycle of life and death.

This cycle became a harsh reality when winter set in. Sickness came, leaving both Aurith and Misluina weak and weary. Hethu pulled through a short bout, while Nolandir was lucky to stave it off. They recovered, but Misluina’s body took a heavy toll. As the family took down a deer one evening, they were challenged by a pair of cougars. A brief skirmish ended badly. Misluina passed of her wounds the following morning.

The season left no time to grieve, and Nolandir herded his children desperately on. For some months they traveled. But luck, to their father’s eyes, came in the form of a pack’s borders. After a few days of scouting, Nolandir sought out a patrol. They were taken in and introduced to Sayl, alpha of Cedar Peak pack. A large and well-kept group, it was exactly what Nolandir had been hoping for. Aurith was daunted by the number of wolves, though excited all the same. Her brother was quick to befriend some of the younger members. By springtime, it was familiar.

But Aurith was not at home. She struggled to make friends, and her relationship with Hethu grew distant as he excelled in that department. Aurith began training as a Medicine Keeper. Her perhaps only friend was her mentor, an elderly she-wolf named Rauda. Much of her time was spent in Rauda’s company, listening to her teach and tell stories. Cedar Peak believed in no gods, but that spirits of the dead walked the skies, and Aurith found herself intrigued by the idea of this religion. It was a hope - that her mother was still somewhere, even if out of reach.

She found comfort in her duties, and slowly opened up as time went by. It was the younger wolves and the aged wolves she got along best with, who seemed not to mind her dreamy state and passive existence. While her brother ran past with a gaggle of his friends, Aurith lay in the background, listening to an elder tell a story while a pup chewed on her tail. On the other hand, both she and Hethu lost grounds with their father. Nolandir seemed to want to leave his past behind, including his pups. It was something they could bond over, at least.

But the tipping point came all at once. Nolandir became the alpha Sayl’s new mate. Days later, Rauda passed away. The ground buckled beneath Aurith, and she fled.

She ran for a few weeks, and in that time discovered how difficult life was for a lone wolf. She struggled to catch food, and resorted at times to eating strength herbs when she couldn’t find prey. Despite her sorrow and wariness, she desperately wanted company. But she had left Cedar Peak behind. Even the stars, that she’d known so well, did not lead her back. She found, instead, a group of travelers: a band of wolves that called themselves Mhor.

She settled among them as spring greeted the world, in time to familiarize herself with the customs and history. A broken renegade of a former empire, led cautiously by a young queen, who held the spirit of a past ruler. Spirits, again. Aurith was further intrigued by the concept of life beyond death, including reincarnation. Though she was hesitant, she found herself enjoying this new opportunity. Or maybe it was just the warm season.

Aurith trusted the ideals and promises, and when the civil war broke out, leaving Renwythe dead, she was quite alarmed. She offered her meager skills as they healed and recovered, then followed Rowena and her crew with fleeting hope as they continued north. The prospect of a permanent home both frightened and excited her, but she was determined this time to stick around.

## Trivia

* Easily distracted; if something catches her eye she may completely change her attention to it.
* Has and will forget to eat sometimes.
* Would like to be a spruce tree in the next life, if possible.
* Will habitually collect random trinkets. Usually loses them after a week or so, so her collection is ever changing.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Zoketi's deviantART Gallery