Name: Miette
Age: 5/6 years
Gender: Female
Pack: None
Position: Loner
Appearance:
Miette is the runt of the litter and especially small due to being female. She has short legs, a short body and a long tassle that drags along the floor behind her if she is holding it down; which is rare as it is usually wagging. Her eyes are a blue colours though quite washed-out and her fur is quite plush and beautiful, her frame delicate and gentle looking... Or at least it would be if she wasn't constantley running around like a mad thing. She has no scars visable as she prefers not to get into fights though she can be a bit of a bitch (hahah! Pardon the pun ;) I couldn't resist ) if another wolf insults her or her family. Her gait is loping and more often then not she will prefer to run then to trot along at the normal pace. Due to her short legs and small size, she has to walk twice as quickly as other wolves just to keep up with them if walking along side another. Her ears also lack any kind of mark from fighting and usually twitch alot as she listens to everything around her with great and often endless excitement. Due to her large amount of running, she is very fit, even for a wolf and has great stamina, making her a good huntress and useful as a messenger. Her fur gets exceedingly thick in winter and, if she eats well, gets a wonderful glossy sheen. She doesn't pay much attention to how wonderful her pelt looks but knows to keep it clean and perhaps get a brute or two to follow her around a bit. She almost always holds her head up high, even though she was the runt of her litter and looked down upon rather a lot.
Personality:
Miette is exactley matched to her name of 'small sweet thing'. She has a very loyal personality, a charm and innocence very few she-wolves of her age still have. She loves to simply run and she would do it all day did she not have to sleep, eat and drink. She will stand up forself if someone insults her however but doesn't like to let it get to fights because she is not a good fighter. She can charm her way into any wolf's heart by her simply love of nature and her ability to say the right thing at the right time. Miette loves games, anything and everything is good fun for her. Hiding is something else she loves to do though she is not the best at this. She is a little pinickity about her pelt though she doesn't worry too much; just doesn't like things like twigs building up in her fluff. Due to her small size and lateness to arrive, she was left out a little as a pup, not having any brothers or sisters to play with as they were all older, and rather a lot bigger, then she was. She was particually drawn to her older brother Arohkien becuase he was so quiet (her obviously not understanding him being mute). She enjoyed simply watching him, not saying a word, as if playing a silent game of who could stay quiet longest with him.
History:
Miette was the youngest in her litter. Not simply because she was last to be born but because her birthing was delayed. She was not born for a long while after the rest and her mother walked around with what she thought was a dead pup inside her that refused to come into the world. It shocked her mother however when a month or so later, she went into labour again, delivering only one pup. The one she thought was dead. It turned out her mother's body had tried to give this little runt time to develop and grow more... but it was not to be. Her mother named her, suckled her and that was it. Little attention was then given to the young fae. The only one that didn't growl at her was her silent brother, Arohkien.
She stuck with her brotehr a lot, playing games and things. She wondered why he never spoke but never called it into question, happy to be quiet when she was with him and happy to be loud when she was not. She particually enjoyed the 'silent game' to which it was between her and Arohkien; who would speak first? Of course, she always lost but vowed the next time she would win.
When the family cast Arohkien out as they same him as a nuisance, she whined bitterly for a long while, growing subdued as she reached her maturity. She never truelly got over it, slogging along with the pack day after day but never really putting her heart into it. Her siblings, older by a few months, always spoke ill of her brother but she could never bring herself to argue, assuming he was dead remembering their silent game sadly.
When word reached the pack that Arohkien was alive, her heart started to beat properly again. The whole pack were in turmoil. How could that horrible pup they cast out survived? Miette stood up for him but was snarled and shouted at too much for her liking. One night, when the rest of the pakc slumbered, she up and left, simply as that. Going to find her brother and vowing she would not stop until she did so.