[Ethiopian Wolf] Dibella

OOC
Name: Whitey
Years RPing: 8+ years
Slot Used: 1st Free Slot
How You Found Us: Followed the trail of animal RPs through advertisements, heh.

General
Name: Dibella
Birthday: October 23, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Ethiopian Wolf

Physical
Height: 21 inches
Weight: 25 pounds
Coat Color: Red, white and black
Eye Color: Brown
Health Issues: None known
Other Information: Dibella was born on the main continent of Africa, a storm took her to Anikira.

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:
Dibella was born into a pack of stability and peace, one of a litter of four. She was born to a pack steeped in traditions and routines, and it is in these traditions that she was raised.

Pups were kept close, raised by the entire pack and not just their birth parents. They were raised together and taught that strength comes not just from the individual, but the group. There is nothing stronger than pack. There is nothing stronger than family.

“A wolf ten times your size could be easily felled if you all simply work together,” their father had told them, something Dibella would remind herself of for the seasons to come.

The smallest of her siblings she was still raised as a if she was the largest, there was no discrimination between size among them in the pack. While there was consideration for her it, her training being more focused on tactics suited to her smaller size, she was never told that she couldn’t do something with others bigger than herself. After all, she wasn’t the only small one to ever grace their pack and it was her aunt who was her mentor.

Over the months she saw wolves older than her come and go, those who had reached their “graduation” setting out on journeys of their own. To find themselves she was told, to learn of the world beyond. Some would return, and others would not. Those that did return returned when they felt the time was right, young or old. They were welcomed back into the pack just as if they had never left and with them came knowledge and stories. So, Dibella’s birth pack grew. Perhaps not in size, but certainly in wisdom.

And then came Dibella’s turn.

It was tradition, no matter how much Dibella wished to stay with the pack she loved she had to go forward. It was her time to discover herself, to discover the world and uncover what secrets she could. Someday she could return or perhaps she would never return. But alongside her litter-siblings and yearmates, they set out together on their journeys. For a while they traveled together, as a group as they had always been. But over time they slowly split off, going their own ways. After all, for much their life they learned to be as one with the many and now they must discover how to be one among the many.

While Dibella had every intention of returning after her journey out in the world, fate had much different plans in mind for her.

Exploring the edge of the world, their continent, Dibella found herself caught in a terrible storm among the shore. Taking shelter in an ill-gotten cave, the tide quickly rose lapping at her paws. She was new to the world, unwise in its ways and in her panic had forgotten every story her Elders may have told her. The tide was merciless, snatching her away from the cave as it rose, the waves pulling her further and further out to sea. It was a struggle for her to aloft but stay aloft she did. Instead of fighting the waves she let them take her where they would. If this was to be her fate, then so be it.

But her death was not to come that day.

Dibella’s journey in the sea had been swift, turbulent, but swift. She reached new shores, sand digging into her paws as she scrambled for the beaches she had come across. Coughing and spluttering she’d come to shore and found herself in a new place. A new land with new sights and new smells. She’d been delivered far from her homeland, far from her birth pack and she knew she would be one of the few who didn’t return.

And it was such a shame for such stories would she have been able to tell of this new place. But what stories could she tell the wolves of this land? A stranger such as she.

Personality:

Reserved -:- Gracious -:- Tolerant -:- Irritable -:- Contrary -:- Indomitable

A will that cannot be broken, a grace that cannot be matched. First impressions are very important, and Dibella certainly gives a rather stunning one. But all first impressions can hide the bit of dirt tarnishing the surface, everything is so new and gleaming how could it be anything less? For Dibella even more so as quiet and soft spoken as she is, most think her a sweet little thing upon first meeting and she doesn’t seem to complain all too much about it.

Keeping to herself Dibella doesn’t seem to be a wolf for company, she’s well and truly reserved though she’ll speak her mind when she must. She prefers the softer tones, the quieter moments and seems to abhor loud noises or rowdy wolves. But she’s gracious enough to let it all pass her by, kind enough to let them continue on their way without her snapping at them. Because, so it seems, being soft spoken and reserved tends to come hand in hand with being incredibly gracious. Even if Dibella’s form of being kind is to not send a snide, but gentle, insult their way over how perhaps they could spend their time better than flinging mud around in their play fights.

Easily, her tolerance is her best feature. It keeps her from doing things she may regret otherwise and makes it much easier for her to actually act truly kind. Rather than some snarky half-truth kindness, because of her tolerance and patience Dibella is able to beat it all back to let those rowdy wolves have a shoulder to cry on if they need it. To treat the sick, comfort the dying and care for the young. But it does little to change the fact she’s still an incredibly irritable wolf. Perhaps it’s just because for so much of her life she was surrounded by other wolves and never given a chance for herself, but Dibella’s space is her space. One may intrude if they care to get snapped at as Dibella will not take kindly to being interrupted or to forced company.

It’s all the little things that build and put her together, to really show that truly Dibella is quite contrary to much of her nature. Patient one moment and impatient the next. Kind yesterday but today a demon in disguise. It’s something she’ll never apologize for as that’s just who she is, her social grill entirely overworked she’s out of energy to try and be anything else than what she is. But even with that energy gone her indomitable will is still there. That fortress inside her that tells her to keep going, to not give up and stand up to face forward. She will always face forward regardless, anyone is welcome to try and stop her. But they’ll her much harder prey than they realize.


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