Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter I The life of Voltaire

Oh, come on!! The gods must be kidding. It had been just too easy. Taking down these prey had been just boring. A hare dangled from my mouth as my huge frame crossed the ivory fields. I lowered the hare onto the cold snow before raising my massive head to look around to check for others that may be close. Eyes so full of power that are pupiless. No true way to tell where I am looking at. My form lowers and I just start eating my catch, tearing it's belly first and starting by the heart, the most soft and tasty part. It is as if taking their very soul with to me and destroying them with mighty jaws.

Yes, this is the right place for a god. We are made to play with other's lives and entertain ourselves with their suffering. It is just so amusing. It had been a just too long already and this cursed season never ends. i can't go anywhere until the snow melts and there is the possibility of rain. My powers are greater when there is this possibility. I am the god of thunder and there are reasons for me to want the rain. Rain calls for thunder and there lies my power. Another wolf can be easily dead by my powers, but I choose not to use them, not in fights at least for it would be too easy, it is more fun when it is challenging. Besides, when winning, having lightning around me is just as great. Of course there are prices to pay for avoiding such things. The scar on my left eye is one. A cut drawn by another wolf's jaw was the price I had to pay for missing a dodge. My eye had not been taken, but it was very close.

Soon, mortals... Soon you will see the power of a god and will have to bow before me. Come spring, I will start looking for the right place to settle and take it for myself. Alone, I will make every single wolf run and fear me. Nothing is more powerful in this world and this is my chance to prove to my pack that I am much more powerful than they believe. They will regret what they did to my father, even not being my true father, he meant quite a lot for me.

My maw, already stained red with the blood of the hare, continued to enjoy my meal, almost finishing it. Perhaps I would have to seek more food.