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Name- Mithrim (Queen of Spades)
Gender- Female of course ^^
Age- 2 years
Species- Wolf
Backstory- Mithrim was the only brown wolf born among her siblings and other members of her family, the other newborns were destined to be a dirty blonde or sometimes white if they were lucky, but never has such a dark-furred pup been born into the pack until her. At the time of her conceiving, the other faes of the pack began to question Nayreen's (Mith's mother) faith in her mate, Azzerick (Mith's father). This instant arousal of gossip and rumor nearly resulted in Nayreen's banishment from the pack, along with all of the pups, but little did everyone know that Azzerick had actually had some BlackBlood that coursed through his tainted veins.
When he exposed his dark secret to the other members of the pack, they hissed banishment upon him, but allowed Nayreen to remain. However, in exchange for allowing her to stay, she had to remove her pups when they each turned two years of age, they were not pure-blooded due to their father. The mother drew her babes close to her and agreed to their sentence as a tear escaped her eye.
As Mithrim and her 3 other siblings aged, everyone watched them with curious eyes, wondering how different they would be from their own, but in honesty if it were not for that one dark-coated pup, they would blend in with the pack seamlessly. As realization dawned upon Nayreen, she began to loathe her young one, knowing it was she that had forced Azzerick to be banished, as well as her siblings when their time came. She began to hope desperately that Mith's coat was only that of youth, and as a birdling will molt its down feather with age, Nayreen so hoped that Mith would do the same with her fur. Finally at 6 months, it was obvious that she was going to remain a smooth brown color, and she even began to get dark markings that flecked her underbelly.
As time passed, the pack learned to love Mith's siblings because they were a light sandy color, just as was the norm, and they played with the other pups in the family and explored happily as if there was no difference in their life at all. But Mith was outcast and kept hidden, her mother never let her play outside or talk with others because of the great shame it brought to Nayreen. After she reached a year old, Mith began to wander on her own, escaping the den when her family was gone and darting about the woods ecstatically in her freedom. This became Mith's new life until one day, the Alpha called a meeting of the members, personally inviting Mithrim himself from Nayreen's den.
At this meeting he announced loudly, "My family, the day of judgement has come for the offspring of Nayreen and the bastard Azzerick." The mention of her father's name surprised Mith, as she had never actually known him before. "2 years ago on this day, we agreed to banish Azzerick from our numbers because his blood tainted us, and we also concluded that his children would be banished with him when they came of proper age." His sentence ended with a sort of questionable finality, leaving everyone on their toes, "However," everyone's breath was held, "It has been proven that these wolves are no different than us, simply with a differentiating ancestry, so I make this offer to them." His cold eyes panned over Jewel, Lorkhan, and Friggund (Mith's siblings). "To you three, I would like for you to remain a member of our pack until the day comes and you must answer Mother Nature's command to find a mate, when that time comes you will leave and find one of your own. Or if they happen to be among us, you will leave together." The cheering roared at the 3 of them like a mighty lion, everyone was thrilled that they would be allowed to remain a little longer. The Alpha then lifted his tail, signaling everyone to hush so that he may keep speaking.
He sauntered gloomily to Mithrim, and rested his paw gently on her shoulder as he drew in breath to keep speaking. As soon as his pawpad made contact with her fur, everyone gasped quietly that someone had actually
touched a half-blooded outcast. Finally he spoke, "Young one, I'm afraid that you're too different from us to remain any longer, so I cast you into the woods and out of our territory, in hopes that you will find a pack willing to accept you for what you are." He finalized this by staring deep into Mith's dark ruby-colored optics with his own gray ones, and then turning and walking away.
Mith faced the crowd of wolves around her, feeling an odd vibration in her chest. She realized, in all these years she had never spoken to another member of the pack, and rarely even her family. She blinked once... twice... they still remained staring at her. She turned to her mother and siblings, walked up to them, met each of their eyes, then let a scowl spread across her face. She spit vehemently on the dirt in front of them and turned back to the open-mouthed crowd and spoke simply with a voice of honey, "Part a way for me." They spread like the Red Sea, allowing Mith passage into the wilds on her own.
After that day, she vowed to find a pack with as eccentric of members as possible, so she fit in like a glove, and also to perhaps find her father, the only one who could truly love her. She pushed all memory of her old life to the back of her mind, doing whatever she could to avoid thinking of it.
Special abilities/Heritage- Not only does she have a very strong will, but a great intellect as well. Mithrim's capacity for thought and decision-making is one of her greatest assets.
She was born in the reaches of Yellowstone.
Basic Personality- Mithrim is a kind, yet extremely stubborn she-wolf who has no tolerance for self-failure. But in all honest truth she is quite clumsy, though her intentions were nothing but pure. When you first meet Mithrim, you might take her as pushy or commanding, but as time passes you'll learn that she's sincere, and rather blunt.
