I E R O N
'Why does every wolf have to be so goddamn big?' Ieron thought to himself as he gazed up at Purge. She was a monster of a wolf with a huge body and even bigger attitude. The small male was starting to wonder if he might have bitten off more than he could chew with this one. Still, the night was young and there was fun yet to be had. He could play with his new toy before he grew bored... or before she bit his head off and swallowed it whole. A charming smile reached across Ieron’s muzzle as he took a few wise steps and prepared his legs for a fast sprint just in case this turned south.
"Purge, huh? Odd. Well nice to meet you, Purge. So, what brings a... hearty woman such as yourself out here? I saw you at the little cluster mess back there but you looked about as disgusted as I felt." Ever the womanizer, Ieron allowed his mouth to run. He couldn't help but wonder why this woman, who was surely about to go into heat, would reject the idea of a nice night out. Perhaps she had an extreme sense of self control, one thing Ieron never claimed to be good at. Also, why had she left? He left to follow her, but she left on her own. As a stranger to Moladion and her ways, Ieron knew nothing of imprinting. He had seen something happen between some of the wolves, but he didn't understand.
He waited to see if his remarks would invoke any rage. She could get angry, woman often did when they were around Ieron, but should she try to attack and the small wolf would bolt away to safety and never look back. Tonight was a night of fun and if he couldn't get what he wanted sex wise, then Ieron was going to have fun other ways. It was a dangerous game he played but one he did so anyways. 'I was on the hunt for a bitch. It would seem I found one,' Ieron thought with a sly smile as he waited.
BLACK-HEARTED EVIL ;; BRAVE-HEARTED HERO
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