Appearance

~Combined perfectly between the very DNA of her parents, Dimah sports the beautiful black rosette patterns fully on her face and body from her father. Silver adorning most of the frame that she possesses. With the small exceptions of a white mask that covers her mouth and betwix her eyes. Which are a pair of heterochromia from her mother. One a dazzling seaweed green and the other a wave of ocean blue.~

~Thanks to the perfections of both Asha and Elon, the white doesn’t just stop at her face. Inner ears and a ‘V’ shaped patch that nestles itself right on her chest and extends along the slenderness of her belly. Though, with an average weight and the added muscular build given from her Grandfather’s genes, long toned legs end with four white toes. Giving Dimah, what she thinks, is the most beautiful distinguishing birth mark of difference from her other siblings.~

Personality

9 littermates. NINE! And, amongst those very cubs, sat a silent and observant female.

Dinah refused to be loud. It doesn’t fit her at the least. While her siblings shout and push around to get attention from their parents, she chooses to just… exist. Doesn’t meant she loves her family any less. In fact, Dimah is fairly overprotective of them. No stranger would ever hurt them, especially her siblings, if she’s around. The lady just enjoys the comforts of silence. Often times sneaking off to be alone and away from the others.

Much like her mother, Dimah chooses to do things on her own. Independency birthed directly into her blood, hunting, fighting, solving problems? She prefers to do so without the help of others. Even in the most difficult situations. Which leads to the loving genes of her father. Cleverness surges through Dimah like a dam. Anything presented to this female will easily be learned without hesitation.

Nothing gets passed Dimah. Her sharp eyes and keen nature of observation doesn’t allow her to do so. A small twitch of a brow. Fidgeting paws. Nervous or lying gestures, with 9 littemates and such a huge family, this trait wasn’t hard to pick up or master.

And to end it all, Dimah isn’t much of a talker or a fighter. She’s definitely not a push over or one to start conflict. However, when presented with such, she rather walk away and ignore it all together. A waste of energy to talk out something that may never be solved or to fight until one is severely injured or dead. Dimah rather end anything before anything is to get started.

History

- Birth to 6 Months: Enjoyed being a cub amongst 9 loud siblings
- 6 Months to A year: Taught to fight, hunt large game, and climb the sharp edges of mountains
- A year to Two: Ran off by her father due to the upcoming of her mother’s hear. She was no longer allowed to return.