Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter I The life of Voltaire

My meal was nearly finished, for my size it wouldn’t be a surprise for anyone. This hare will be enough for several hours, but soon it would be needed to hunt again, not that it would be a problem. It will be easy in fact! For the first time at least, the first prey here had been just so easy. Hunting is not my passion, but it is quite entertaining, wouldn’t call it a hobby though. It’s not even my favorite thing. My one hobby cannot be understood by the mind of the mortals. The roaring thunder in the night sky to scare the weak is my hobby. To sit and bring a storm to watch others run in search of shelter and in great fear, it is my display of power and my most loved activity. It is something I do very rarely though, for it could be really devastating. A god should not lose control of their power.

It is very calm and enjoyable here while eating this hare. But like everything, even the tranquility does not last forever. Another wolf appeared. A female one not much smaller than me. She approached on a different stance. She neared me and looked at my kill. She stared at my food like a starved fox. She didn’t growl or even say anything, but that lick to the lips told me everything. She was hungry. Whatever, if she just wants to torture her stomach watching me eat my food so be it. My muzzle dig deep into the hare’s flesh, tugging at it and eating it with delight. If you want to see me eating my food, there is one thing I will make sure, I will have fun while you do it.

Watch how much of a failure you are, can’t even hunt can you? Yes, you need to venerate a god. You choose to watch me instead of go hunting. Perhaps you want to challenge me. My tail thumped on the snow a few times in agitation. Come on, do your best, but be sure that at least one of those pretty eyes I am going to take for myself. What a prize it will be, but it will be just sad to watch you rot.