Dyami

[s.a.r.c.a.s.t.i.c.]

<sup>Dyami

I gotta get somewhere in this life.

Gender: Masculine
Age: 2 and half years.
Breed:: Tundra Wolf
Pack : Loner
Rank: Loner
Mate: ------
Offspring: ------

Appearance: Dyami is on the large side of his breed. He weighs approximately 150 pounds, is 7 feet long; from the tip of his nose to his tail, 38 inches tall, and is very muscular. Built for running and fighting, he is both tall and stable. His weight and general size makes it easy for him to overpower both prey and opponents. His body coat is a mix of bold colours such as; rust red, steel grey, silver, white, black, and deep bluish tones. His well crafted muzzle is stained in black, as is his four legs. His tail is a mix of silver and rust red. His eyes are a deep, mysterious sapphire.

Personality: Honest and observant, Dy could be a gem to a pack. He is loyal, aggressive, cutting, clear, and focused. He is also secretive, sweet, demanding, and wary. He tends to think before attacking, yet at the rate his mind goes there is almost no noticeable pause. He is fiercely loyal to those who win his affection, yet keeps silent about his past life. He demands the utmost respect from all those that choose to be near him, and on more than one occasion his direct, cutting and bold comments have lead to scrapes with others. He is a trickster, cunning, as well as smart. He is an odd one, off on the outskirts though if one wins his affections, he might be persuaded to join their pack.

History:When he entered this world he was nameless. He doesn’t talk about his early childhood that often, deciding to instead believe that his life started when he was named. Used to the cold, wind and snow, a particular bad storm had left the young wolf starving. Dy was a competent hunter, even at that young age, but he could find nothing during the harsh blizzard. He saw a light in the distance, and not knowing, perhaps not caring about what would happen to him, he started towards it.
He came among an old Native American village; one lone man was sitting out in the snow to guard his people’s homes and food storages. The man was old, and watched Dyami carefully. He uttered a single word, “Dyami” before hacking off a piece of frozen elk and throwing it towards the brute. Dyami distrusted the meat, but with no other option, began to eat it. He followed the native peoples for a time, and the old man fed him whenever Dyami came close enough to the tents to be seen. Each time Dyami came close he was greeted with the same word, soon he adopted this as his name. He found out later by another wolf that the name meant Eagle. He decided that the old man was right, he was a lone creature, one that could travel fast, a hunter, one with a sharp intelligence. He was named truly.

Better get outta my way.

Tick tock, hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late?

Feel the moment slip into the past
Like sand through an hourglass
In the madness, I guess, I just forget
To do all the things I said

Time passes by, never thought I'd wind up
One step behind, now I've made my mind up

Today, I'm gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive and forget
'Cause we don't have long, gonna make the most of it

Today, I'm gonna love my enemies
Reach out to somebody who needs me
Make a change, make the world a better place
'Cause tomorrow could be one day too late

{One Day Too Late lyrics}</sup>

[Tessa]

^Accepted!