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Something he had said had made Rogue pause for a moment as she flicked her tail lost in thought. He watched her quietly with his ears forward as he, too, wondered about what he said. Had it been about his home? Or had it been the mention of Iblis? He couldn't help but let a growl of annoyance slip at the thought of his younger brother. That runt was probably dead and his bones picked clean by crows. Good riddance. Foolish wolves like that were better off dead any ways. She spoke again, about the weather, and Ieron sighed. So it seemed this horrid cold would be back again. That could be a bit of a bother. The summer would be upon them soon and even if it were mild compared to the intense heat of the desert it would be much better than the mess outside. He snorted in reply to her comment but remained silent as Rogue gazed outside. Her fur looked to be much better at keeping her warmth locked in but the way her poison eyes glared at the whiteness made him think she may not be a fan of winter either. This beauty was gaining points time and time again and Ieron realized he she was starting to grow on him. Things were finally starting to get interesting.
Ieron was expecting to receive a snarl in response to his comment about her scent. However, she replied nonchalantly which surprised the male. He enjoyed testing the patience of others to see how much it would take to send them over the edge. It was a fun game he used to play back home. It was fun to piss of dear ol' Dad and watch his backlash make him seem a fool. This female, Rogue, was a tightly sealed bomb that would take a lot of force before she would explode. Good good. He listens to her talk about a place called Glorall and how it is connected to the sea. Ieron had heard stories of such places but had never seen it. A vast body of foul smelling water that carried on for miles and miles. There was no end and every night the sun would sink into its depths only to rise as a champion the next day. Ieron found himself wanting to see more of this land. Perhaps would make a good place to start his new life in Moladion. It was best to gain allies when you are a stranger and little did the wolf know that he was going to need their help when the time came that his soul would be locked with that of another.
Imprinted did not exist in the deserts of Calien. It was a strange phenomenon that only happened in the wilds of this mystical land. When the day came that the brute's eyes should fall upon his other half... he would need someone to tell him he wasn't going insane. But for now, Ieron remained oblivious to the strange workings of Fate. He listened further as Rogue brought up yet another pack, this one called Iromar. A swamp land? Yeah, no. Already he was shaking his head as he came to a decision. "I would like to see more of this Glorall place you come from. It sounds like my cup of tea actually. I have a fondness for sand and while it will probably be nothing like my home land I am sure it will suffice." He rose to his paws and shook himself to get his blood going. "I hate this snow but I believe that the sooner we get moving the sooner we can truly rest. Come, my friend, take me to your home." Then he moved into the blasting cold and waited for her to take the lead.
Yes, Ieron had made a friend. This oddly colored female had impressed the picky wolf and he had decided that she was worthy enough to be closer. Though she may not know it, Rogue had accomplished quite the feat and had gained an ally for life. No matter what her actions. No matter what her thoughts. Ieron would stand by her side and watch her back so long as she chose to do the same. If she scratched his back he would scratch hers. Unless she was into biting. The smaller brute was always up for a good time if that was the case.
BLACK-HEARTED EVIL ;; BRAVE-HEARTED HERO
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