she was born on the night the moon did not rise on the eve of dia de los muertos and thus bore the name of Mictēcacihuātl, goddess of the underworld. from a young age, she showed immense talent in the hunt, often times wandering out on her own for hours on end. local humans would tell stories of the dark entity, whose every kill of their herds seemed to make the white patch on her face grow larger, almost like a half skull face. they begun to call her la catrina, the ferrier of lost souls to the dead and feared her power would only continue to grow.

her pack elders feared she had gone to far and that the humans would come to exterminate them all for her actions thus leading to her banishment. left to fend for herself, she begun to kill no longer for game but for pleasure until she found herself cornered and captured by the humans. when she came to, she noticed that her right ear throbbed, a piercing boring strange markings. the humans feared that if they were to sentence her to death, she would return in a ghostly vestige as the goddess of death herself so they opted to track her whereabouts and transport her far from their village of Mictlān. left to wander these new, strange wilds, Mictec has spent many nights wondering how she ended up where she did, a lone wolf fending off against many enemies.

one night, she had awoken, haunted by the memories of the cruelty she faced while in captivity of the humans she saw the monarch butterfly. she followed it until she found herself crossing into the Teekon Wilds and with a renewed sense of trying to redefine who she was. like the cempasúchitl leading the dead, Mictec has come to learn the need for balance and is constantly fighting her inner turmoil for chaos. She has long abandoned her surname and has now come to forge her own as Itzcóatl the "obsidian serpent" as she redfines herself.