Dyani

Dyani: | Astute | Loyal | Creative | Proud | Sarcastic | Stubborn | Manipulative | Cynical | Opinionated | Fierce | Blunt | No-Nonsense |

Yet again, Dyani was laying out in the sun, warming herself. Her eyes were half-closed and her mind was wandering. She did her best to push away the cloud of dark memories. Though the death of her family members often crossed her mind, she knew quite well that she was not the cause of the tragedy. If only she could see her living family again... Were they dead? Had they fled to other lands? Somehow she knew that she would likely never find the answers.

Her peaceful rest was disturbed by the sound of tumbling rocks and a scrabbling sound of a creature trying to scale the mountainous ledges. Leaping to her paws with her hackles raised, she peered forward at the ledge. Just as she looked over, a murky coated male hauled himself up onto the flat ledge. A low, rumbling growl left her throat before she could stop it. "Who are you and what business do you have lurking near MY den," she hissed. Her tone was cold and demanding. Without thinking, her lip curled and revealed her lethal fangs.

The male matched her intensity almost immediately. His tail was raised, ears pushed forward, and his own lip curled. "I don't see your name etched into the stone," he snapped, "How was I to know these were YOUR dens."

The dame scoffed. Clearly this wolf was a typical male. All testosterone and no mind. Her tail lifted and her own ears pushed forward in a display of dominance. "Maybe if you'd get your head out of the clouds, you'd notice my scent marks!" Dyani had been incredibly precise about marking her new, small territory.

She gazed at the male. He fell silent for a moment. His nose twitched and then he relaxed. His tail fell and embarrassment flashed across his face. "Ach... You're right... I'm sorry, Miss?" His voice trailed off. Dyani didn't break her gaze with the male. Yellow eyes seared into olive eyes.

"Dyani," she finally huffed.

"Dyani," the male echoed softly. "How long have you been here?"

She couldn't help but snap back, "Long enough." Dyani didn't care enough about the stranger to even ask his name.

"Do you... erm... have a pack?"

"No." Her eyes narrowed. "Who said I needed one?" There was a threat laced in her chilled voice.

The male quickly explained himself. "I didn't say you need one... I was - I dunno... Hoping you wanted one, I suppose?" Dyani raised a brow. She wasn't daft. She knew exactly what the male was offering. A sense of safety and security, but the responsibility of a pack. "Two wolves have a better chance of surviving than just one..." Dyani had to keep herself from snorting at his words. The offer was tempting, though. "Just forget it," he huffed with a shake of his head.

As he turned away, Dyani called out, "Fine... Come into my den... We can discuss details."

Dyani was raised in a small family. Her childhood was fairly average during her early years. She had two brothers and one sister. Being the oldest, largest pup, she learned responsibility at quite an early age. Her pack was made up of her parents and her siblings only. It was quite a challenge to survive in forest that they grew up in. Deforestation was prevalent in their area, so prey was sparse and flighty when found. There were many nights that Dyani went without food. She preferred that her parents and siblings ate first. Though there was always the steady struggle for dominance over their meals, Dyani was one to leave early - claiming that she was full. 

In some respects, her parents knew better, but they respected her choice. For the most part, the small group of wolves scavenged for food. Survival meant dealing with rotting meat. When the pups grew up, they were taught to hunt. Dyani excelled at stalking prey and picking up a scent. She often led the hunts. Her mother and siblings would chase with the boys bringing down the prey. Life was relatively peaceful.

There was a shift in the wind one day. They picked up the scent of some new creature. When they went to explore, they found a massive crowd of black hooved creatures. The bulky beasts were fat and well-muscled. It didn't take long to bring one down. For the first time in a long time, they feasted. Little did they know, they had stirred up immense trouble for themselves. Upon returning to the carcass, they were shot at by a rancher. Her father was dead on the spot. They fled, but her sister got caught in a trap and had to be left behind as the rancher pursued them.

Months later, conservationists were out and attempting to round them up. It was only by sheer luck that Dyani managed to escape towards the mountains. She isn't quite sure of what became of her family, but she misses them daily. She rarely talks about what happened in her past, but she often speaks fondly of her prior pack.

Dyani is one of the most intimidating wolves in the entire Banished Lands. She is well-known throughout the pack for her fierce nature and her intolerance of immaturity. All wolves know to be on their best behavior when she comes sweeping through the denning area. Dyani can be described as all work and no play. It is rare to see her socializing with the pack on a large scale. Despite her unapproachable nature, many wolves come to her in search of advice and assistance. 

This dame is the lead huntress of the pack. She functions as a leader in the greater sense of the word. While Kvasir is Voyager's right hand wolf, Dyani functions as a mind of her own. Violent, temperamental, and serious, she often makes the tough decisions. She sees most other wolves as weak. Her blunt nature makes it easy for other wolves to know exactly what she's thinking or feeling at any given time. Though her stone cold expressions give nothing away, if a wolf were to ask her opinion, she would speak her mind with brutal honesty. 

The looks this female possess are quite unique despite the simplicity of her markings. Her thick, dense coat gives her the appearance of being a bit larger than she is. For a female, she is unusually tall. Athletic, muscular, and agile, Dyani is a dangerous foe. Her base coat is pitch black. She has black, yellow, and dark brown markings. Her eyes are a stunning, piercing yellow.