Pet's ID Tag :~: 33 (thirty-three)
Name You'd Choose for It :~: Daedalus - an Athenian architect who built the Labyrinth for Minos and made wings for himself and his son Icarus to escape from Crete (-dictionary.reference.com), though he prefers to go by Daed (day-ed).
Gender :~: Male
Personality :~:
Smart. Daed is the sharpest needle in the pin cushion, the brightest apple in the barrel. Not one wolf in his pack, or, perhaps, in many miles' range of Daed is smarter than himself.
Icy. Daed owns a cold, icy heart, for many reasons. Mostly because he is shunned by his pack, his brothers, even his father. Only his sister and mother love him.
Logical. Besides his own, Daed will correct any surreal statements, even sarcasm or exaggeration. Though, when he dreams, he tends to fly away with thoughts far from reality.
Insecure. Daed is always hanging by a thin, taut thread, especially in a very social environment. He never knows what to do or what to say when pressured. Only when he's on his own is he a free-flying soul.
Aquaphobic. Daed is a brave wolf, though, alas, every wolf has his fears. Daed does not refuse to swim, and he is quite good at it. Only a mild case rests with Daed, but he absolutely loathes going to the middle of the lake, or anywhere deeper than where he can stand on his hind legs.
Reason You Want It :~: A beautiful character with uncommon color mixes, natural, and unbelievably stunning. Not just your every day winged wolf, a hybrid - Meradiaz - with a most interesting wing formation.
My favorite color is green, but characters smothered in green seem to be too up-front for my liking. With only a hint of green in his dazzling eyes, Daedalus gives of a glow of intelligence and a brand-new form of beauty. His mysterious expression and striking position makes him a hard-to-read character. A great character in a twisted and tangled plot, finding his true place in the world.
Likes :~: Flight. Born, among the only winged specimens in the litter, Daed, who does not find himself unique in any way, finds flight a wonderful and remote retreat to spend his hours with and in, absorbed by the air and sky.
Love. Daed, who spends his airborne hours philosophizing, has come up with many a theory about love and it's powers. Though he is a strictly reality canine, he feels that magic may exist in love itself.
Intelligence. Having a highly logical brain makes Daed a complete outcast from the rest of his pack, yet that does not bother him. His intelligence runs deep in his genes, and he has been told his great, great grandfather was a hero because of their shared quick-wittedness.
Size. Daed believes that size, in the eye of most, evaluates the strength of a certain creature or species. He thinks differently, though. The wolf is more quick-witted, in general, than the squirrel, but does that mean the squirrel has a lower throne than the wolf? No, the squirrel is blessed for climbing, not running or hunting. But that saves them from the wolf time and time again. Does that make the squirrel higher than Daed? No.
Dreams. Fly me to the moon... Daed can touch the stars, and make everyone care for him and love him only in his dreams. He has never been treated fairly, but daydreams become a remote outpost for Daed. He lives in his dreams for much of the day. The parts when everyone else is together, talking, having fun.
Dislikes :~: Reputations. Why must a wolf be shunned by his appearances, or ways of speech? After all, isn't everyone supposed to be their own, unique and diverse? But, apparently, if a soul is too diverse he is left out from the community, alone to fend for himself. Yet he still has to provide his hunt to his so-called 'friends.' What a life.
Stereotypes. Only one wolf cares about Daed, besides his own mother. His sister, also winged. She believes his gift of great intelligence will help him through life; that he will re-walk the path his great, great grandfather treaded on. Yet, because she is winged, like Daed, like his also intelligent ancestor, she is shunned at times, because of stereotyping. Because they think she is as intelligent as Daed.
Community. Every wolf for himself. Is that not what they told him? Daed spends his days flying, dreaming, and fending for himself, when the rest of the community hunts in packs. Why are they not alone? Would they make it that way?
Treatment. Child. Is that what they think? Daed is smarter than all of them, his siblings, his parents, his village. But he is treated like a pup. Soft tones when talking to him, a slow walk when beside him. Is this the life an intelligent, sensible wolf deserves?
Bitter. A taste and a feeling. Daed despises many things, and only likes a few. He believes, if his life had been less bitter, he would be less bitter. Maybe he would like bitter food more. But alas, the damage has been done...yet there is still so much more to come.
History :~:
They all returned with the birds in their jaws...except for one. He had the dullest coloring of the bunch and, it seemed, the dullest personality. He couldn't even catch his own prey.
After his first hunt, after he had been teased, Daed decided that having horrible reflexes would never stop him. Instead, he would come up with the best strategies and catch more food than anyone else.
Shunned. Left alone. No food shared with him. While all the wolves of the pack shared their meal and talked delightedly, a single one was left alone, left to the shadows, left to the night...to eat alone.
Daed had been shunned by everyone in his pack, resulting in his icy attitude towards most. Not one wolf, besides his sister or mother (not even his father), has offered or tried to be his friend...even before his change of attitude.
What to say...what to do...how to act...
It's all to hard for Daedalus. He's just, in simple terms, a genius nobody, who is basically uncared for. He had no confidence, because virtually no one confides in him.
The thundering waves completely swallowed the small, helpless creature. "Mother, mother!" His urgent cries were barely audible over the crashing and splashing, but his mother's sharp ears picked up the sound. No more breath...finally, he felt a tug at the scruff of his neck, and felt himself going up slowly...how deep was he? His wings were wet, plastered to his sides, and flapping was no use now. He was underwater.
An only mother watching for six pups is not the easiest of jobs. When Daed wandered off, barely two days old, being slightly too curious, his mother hadn't the time to notice while watching the five others. He had nearly drowned and always had had a grudge against the experience.
Higher...higher...higher...Never come down again.
Whenever Daed's life seems to be going better than usual, it plummets down...always when he's having the most fun. Unlike life, flight is controlled by Daed. When he's not having fun, he can leave. When he's doing his best, he can soar forever.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
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