Damu

Ieron, Kelrie, Olimpia... Damu, amongst many names. A creature of unknown origin, born from sand, and those who accept to share their lives with the dust. It is as old as the sand that gathers in the deserts, as old as the wind that ruffles the leaves in the forest, and as old as the sunlight that feeds the plants and makes them grow stronger.

It had never thought about the life of a living creature as it stumbled across the planet with no direction until a bird landed on its head. How could a thing so small, with such an insignificant lifespan still live happily and in harmony with nature? That question brought many more to the being as curiosity filled their imagination, what would it be like to live like one?

And so, the creature began its journey, taking the form of every living creature, experiencing life through their eyes and holding knowledge no other creature had ever held before until finally, the only remaining animal that it had never seen life with was the wolf... and so, Damu was created. It had experienced so many things in life, yet the life of a wolf held many great mysteries that the creature had yet to comprehend as it took on the life of a pack leader, someone who others could look up to.

Pups, oh, dear pups. While the being had been in many canine life forms before, wolf pups were still an unknown thing to them... so small and fragile... yet so warm and fluffy. It made Damu wonder as she stared into the eyes of her pups, was life only destined with death at the end of each one? Or would there be something more? That question intrigued the being, and now it had a goal—see the end of Damu's life.