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Appearance: Mythra was born with a pelt colored perfectly for clustered forests and shrouded meadows. She is painted with the colors of the earth; browns, creams, and blacks lace her coat to create a predator that melts into the shadows of the woods and the thistles of the valleys. The base of her coat’s creation is a gentle brown, which is accompanied by a lighter cream that spreads just beneath her muzzle and continues to her neck to appear as a bib of sorts. Darker hues of brown lace the upper parts of her coat — her back, legs, and a majority of her tail make up this color. Black markings score across her back, shoulder, and tail, creating shadow-like imprints on her form. The she-wolf’s head bears a speckling of black, which peppers just the upper portion of her skull and avoids her facial region. Mythra’s eyes are kin with the the color of lush tree leaves in the early spring — emerald, with lighter accents to make them appear soft and welcoming.

She is thin, frail, and delicate, like a sapling growing in a forest dominated by strong oaks and towering pines. Her body is fragile — a single gust of wind could sweep her from her paws and leave her broken in the breeze, her bones falling apart like ash swept from the hearth. Mythra’s slight stature leaves little to be desired; she is dainty with long legs and a thin body that reveals little muscle packed beneath her skin. What little she has resides in her straw-like legs, which propel her at speeds that nearly match her prey. Her paws are heavy and wide, providing support for unsuspected twists and turns. They offer her a boost in agility that has likely saved her many times in the past, and will save her pack from hungry nights in the future.

Personality: Mythra is a wolf that is frequently taken for granted — her unsuspecting stature and soft voice often give the impression that she is pinnacle of kindness and obedience. She is subdued by her own handicaps, leaving her without a voice and only granting her the ability to simply agree to what is being handed to her or to those around her. It is assumed that a creature such as she that is of such a frail and soft nature can only be just that and nothing more.

These assumptions are not totally wrong; Mythra is indeed a she-wolf with a bleeding heart and harbors an undying urge to serve her pack and family to the best of her abilities. She tries her best to please and keep genuinely friendly relationships with those around her. Her patience is seemingly unending, and it is something to appreciate. It is not often that a wolf is known for their docile behavior, but Mythra clings to her temper and holds it tightly to keep confrontations passive — on her end, at least.

The she-wolf is fire within a delicate flower, however — a roaring, dangerous thing within something unsuspecting and subtle — when her temper is strained to its breaking point. Venom laces her words, and it’s as if she sheds her gentle exterior and reveals a totally different animal. Her words are scorching, and she lets loose a vocabulary that usually enriches her anger and adds a more feral flavor to her fury.

She is brave, perhaps foolishly so, and will defend any of those she feels deserves it. Mythra generally takes the side of the underdog, preferring to defend someone who usually doesn’t have anyone to protect them. It is a mentality that doesn’t bode well for her — those in higher levels of power commonly look down upon those who side with those of lesser stature; it’s simply in their nature to prefer the frontrunner as opposed to the dark horse, unlike Mythra.

History: THIS WILL BE EDITED TO BE MORE INFORMATIONAL AT A LATER DATE. i'm just really lazy so i just copy-pasted from wq :')

the young she-wolf was born to a painfully normal family and grew up with an equally painful normal life. mythra was the middle child -- a sister before her and a brother after -- and most of her early years revolved around ensuring familial bonds and making sure that her parents still noticed her achievements through her siblings'; as with most middle children, most activities that are of some significance are looked over due to them either being done already, or simply due to her parents being blinded by either the eldest's or the youngest's trivial matters. with the passing of the years, she learned and lost. her younger brother passed in an accident that no one would have suspected -- the young wolf was taken by a ravenous grizzly, the creature so focused on quelling its infernal hunger after its long hibernation that it resorted to hunting a fellow predator. yet through his death she and her sister learned to become more aware of her surroundings; nothing should be taken for granted, no matter how safe one feels. time passed, old wounds -- both physical and emotional -- healed, and soon mythra and her sister were old enough to split from their parents and head their separate ways. they stuck together for a short time before they both agreed that it was time to part ways, and the bittersweet farewell still hangs heavy in mythra's heart.