Mrithi

Mrithi What is that strange orb you guard and why do you guard it?

Bubbling. So much bubbling. Desperate exhales pleading for help, with no one responding, for he was silent under this water. These were gasps that escaped this mysterious' guardians maul as he sank into the deep, ocean abyss, his blue eyes helplessly fixated on the dwindling light of the sky above.

How did he get to this point? What had he done to peeve those of the Gods? He did not know; what he did know was that he was in danger. The jaws of the ocean had opened to him, welcoming him in open, hungering arms.

"Get stronger!" A voice from above howled. At first, he thought it was a God hearing his crying thoughts. He soon realized it was the argument ensuing above him; his clanmates, or old ones now, were amidst an argument about the guardian's apparent weakness. Of course, they were discussing this right after throwing the Guardian into the water in an attempt to train him.

He never did fit in with the lot; considering they paid no mind when he didn't resurface.

The guardian shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to drown out the noise of water filling his ears, mouth, and nostrils. He would soon be meant by a darkness, one that blanketed him in cold as he slipped into unconsciousness.

This guardian would not awake for many hours, but when he did, he was still at the bottom of the ocean. His eyes slowly opened, glancing around his surroundings. They were blurry, but what he could make out was the fascinating shape of a creature, with a red body and long, gray arms following it. A jellyfish.

He was too fixated on admiring this creature to realize that the heavy feeling of water that once sunk this guardian's lungs was no longer present. He could seemingly breathe with ease, and his body had begun to mock that of the Jellyfish. He was adapting, and rapidly.

"What strength has been bestowed about me,
that I have no right to wield?

Perhaps the gods feel bad for thee,
or perhaps they found it funny when I keeled.

Now I am a refugee,
stuck at the bottom of the ocean, a new fate revealed."

He whispered to himself, a sigh of appreciation escaping him. He felt he had an obligation to protect the deep, for it had embraced him with cold, icy love, and saved what little of a life he had left.

Mrithi knows what it's like to feel like you're not enough. He knows what it's like to not be enough, too, but has learned by know that there are some dragons for which everything will never be enough. And as he sank into the chilling depths, he learned to accept it.

The deep welcomed him, and he loves it in turn.

Not all those who live in the Trench came there willingly - Mrithi is an example of such - but he tries to ensure all that find themselves in its dark embrace are met with love. He may not be the one to find them, but he tries to make sure he's there to welcome them when they awaken, to calm them and explain where they are. During harsh storms that may lead to someone getting pulled into the deep, Mrithi patrols, always keeping an eye out for someone who may need his help in one way or another. He tries to return them to the surface if he can, but if they are too far gone to safely returns, then he protects them until they wake.

He takes his role as heir to the Leviathan Trench very seriously; he does his best to memorize the names of all of its residents, and tries to form at least a positive acquaintanceship with them as well. He acts with the good of the Trench in mind, helping to form alliances with topside clans to secure resources and is always willing to lend his mind or might to politics or construction as he is needed. The day is far off, but he hopes to make a good king for his people.