Iorwerth had lost track of time, already winter was drawing close and it seemed impossible that over an entire year had passed since he had proudly walked through the lands of Uroril. So much had changed in that time to the extent that the former heir had found himself wandering entirely unknown lands for quite some time now. He hadn't lingered long in the place he once called home, nor could he have stayed with his mother and sisters in their strange pack. Sadly for quite some time the male had been able to see no other life for him other than that of a rogue. What sickened him more was knowing how much pleasure those horrific traitors would have felt, seeing him like this. They had gotten their wish at last, his so called father had given in.
This would be his first winter alone, and truth be told Iorwerth wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. His figure had sadly already suffered since his time alone, no longer could he have such feasts from a successful pack hunt, he worked on his own and was left to eat what pitiful meal he had caught. He was perhaps still better than many, though his food was certainly not fit for a King any longer, just another awful reminder of just how far he had sunk in this past year. What on earth would Yahir say now if he could see him? Rogues certainly were lower than pack wolves, and here was someone he'd once thought of as a future King, now shamefully hiding away from society.
He'd ran out of land again for now, and slowly he made his way over the beach. Unbeknownst to him, around this time the light typically danced across the obsidian grains, though today it showed no such display for the lonely man. The clouds blocked the sunlight, fighting back the rays and leaving a rather dull afternoon for the isolated wolf. Funny really how it had always seemed his destiny was to follow in his father's steps and now here he was, his path threatening to lead him down a similar route to his mother's secret past. Arelahn's darkness had never been revealed to her daughters let alone her son and so the comparison was lost to him, whether for the better or not it would be left unknown.
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