Witch Dogs

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Name: Harrowhark
Gender: female
Age: 1
Design: tbd!
Lineage: Ravenlocke
Personality: Harrowhark is an intensely driven, painfully driven even, maybe even horrifyingly driven young wolf. Intense in everything she does she is sharp edged and brittle in the way that very hard things are - prone to crack and break rather than bend, she is stubborn beyond belief though she'd prefer to say dedicated, rather. She is dedicated and gives those who've earned that starved heart all of herself herself with that same wholesale intensity, body soul and blood with no reservation. Yet she trusts so little and so warily, with a feral sort of timidity, until that moment she steps off that precipice. She embraces death with the loving familiarity of one who has been raised with death only a breath away, always, and always followed by the knowledge that her siblings died in the den, her parents soon after, to allow her to survive and so she both loathes herself for it and must live up to their sacrifice.

She is a complicated girl, Harrowhark.

Harsh, demanding, hard, and sharp. Almost arrogant, the shield she has built herself into, the obsidian athame she is, but beneath, hidden, the grieving, lost, terrible child. Alone by choice, severe and unwelcoming of familiarity - but lonely, bowed beneath the weight of it.

History: Born to a pair of secretive, secluded loners of the Ravelocke clan, she and her siblings came into the world already steeped in tragedy. The cave their parents had been living in had collapsed, badly injuring their father and trapping both parents in, and sending their mother into an early labor. They were small and weak, and days without food as the all but incapacitated pair struggled to clear a way to the outside world took its toll. Their mother simply could not produce enough milk for all the tiny pups and so as the days passed and they all grew weaker, they opted to... quietly end the lives of the weaker littermates, leaving only Harrowhark, tiny and frail but the strongest of the litter despite it, to receive the meager calories that could be provided. They finally escaped the cave together, but the damage had been done. Her mother was horribly weakened by the ordeal and died within the month, and her father - crippled by the injuries that had been all but untended - eventually fell to an attack by a pack of coyotes that had ambushed them. Harrowhark, a prodigy of a witch, who he had died to protect, left the lands that had taken so much and traveled alone to wherever the rune bones took her.