He was running, he always had been good at it, but this time he had to be REALLY good at it. He wasn’t sure why exactly. Didn’t he love Ren? They had run off together, vanished for the better part of four or five years while they grew then… He didn’t know it all got terrifying. He thought of Ren like he did those females, he started to shake when he saw them, look at him with wide white eyes before remembering he just wasn’t that. Something came crashing down over the very fluffy tall wolf. One night he just… left. He started running and he had ran away shortly after spring. Renegade after all didn’t know him like Istas knew himself, it was a lie and Istas knew it, but Istas was far from selfless. Something in him knew that the male deserved better, that there wasn’t anything there for him anymore. He didn’t know. It just all got… too real, it felt fake someone had to be faking it and Istas decided it was him. He was the one faking it. He was the one constantly changing how he looked, he was the spy, the master in disguises. Of course… Renegade got to learn most if not all of them… so now he had to start from scratch.

His scent was far from what it was. He learned if you ate certain plants your scent could change, then of course hanging around certain lands and spaces also could overwhelm the natural undertones and make them gone. Everyone’s scent was unique to them, but Istas learned how to mold and change that. It was the only thing in his life that he was good at, and he would continue to be good at. It had been so long since he had been in Moladion, but it had been the first place he found his paws running too the night he left Ren behind. Wouldn’t it be the first place Renegade would look? His old home? Istas didn’t know after all the reason he left Iromar was because there was this scary Empress QUEEN named Aithne ruling this place… Andras had been amazing… not to mention just down right sexy. Istas fawned over the old Demon Lord like a little school girl… but then he died. Everything changed and he couldn’t stand to be here anymore. Every time that Empress looked at him he had to keep himself from peeing himself in fear.

He had his reasons for not liking females… multiple times girls had tried to kill him in his life. The only females he ever felt okay around were his mother and then his imprint… but that bond had long since faded… When he crossed the border the fluffy white male noticed it was not Aithne’s scent, but it was still that of a woman’s. He looked like a ghost in the mists of hi home, but then he found himself skidding to a halt suddenly as he heard the tell tale sound of paws on the moist marsh grounds. He hadn’t expected anyone to come along so quickly… Istas always liked Iromar for the mists he blended into. Even now he found himself trying to shove himself deeper into it.

His fluffy white form, with his strange scent probably looked other worldly until someone came right up to him, but he could see a small mostly grey wolf moving around easily, his pure white eyes locked on him as his form suddenly stiffened. Small or not, the driften scent of a female caught his nose and caused him to freeze in fear. Iromar still wasn’t safe, not for him.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why