I E R O N
"So far, this place has been far from impressive." Ieron said to himself. It had been only a few weeks since he had come to Moladion and thus far he had only met a single wolf. A younger male with a quick temper and mommy issues. He had heard legends of the wolves who lived here, stories of the creatures who defied the gods and laughed in their face. Who cheated death even when the world had come to an end. Where were these wolves? A swift paw kicked a loose stone down the hill and he watched as this caused a mass of rocks to tumble down after it. Ieron was bored. He had already hunted to his fill, his lips still red with blood, and now he simply wandered the area as he tried to get a lay of the land. This place, by far, was the least impressive area in all of Moladion. At least the woods and valley had offered something, tall trees, rivers, etc. But the crags were barren. They reminded the lone male of his desert home only it was colder thanks to this blasted winter.
Ieron sighed and shook his tri colored fur before moving off again. It seemed that the bright morning had given away to a gray afternoon as the thick clouds above threatened to pour more of that nasty snow. When would it end? Surely winter didn't stay here year round? Summer was going to come soon and with it the glorious heat of the sun. Yes, that would make his opinion of this place change dramatically. Until that time, however, it would seem that Ieron was damned to live in a perpetual bad mood.
As if on cue, the first fat flakes of snow started drifted down from the sky and the wolf growled deep in his throat. He moved away from the hill and found a small cave hidden behind a large bolder. Here he would rest until the storm blew over and it was safe to travel again. Small puffs of smoke left his mouth as he panted heavily in the hopes of warming the little space up. All the while he growled in annoyance at the whole thought of winter and the bloody snow that came with it.
BLACK-HEARTED EVIL ;; BRAVE-HEARTED HERO
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