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Name:Ayaren
Gender:Male
Age:4
Description:Ayaren is a russet wolf,with a strong build rather than lightweight.His fur resembles his element of fire,a rich auburn sheen.His coat is thick and hides thick muscle,and his head is well-defined.His tail is almost like a foxes,with a black tip at one end.On his left rear leg he has a burn mark (black) In the shape of a cross.As well as this his right ear is tipped with a black velvety patch.His eyes are a burning colour,almost red,but closer to amber.
Element:Fire
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The mist curled around the very summit of the hazy mountain,the breath of some god long past,perhaps Memphis. The snow still fluttered down in lacy little flakes,drifting down from the twilighted sky almost lazily,in their own time.The wind sliced at the air like a knife,whirling up the fallen snow and dancing with it,a pillar of blinding white.The sky was clothed in a light mauve,the sun just sinking from view behind the distant peaks,the last rays of golden light clinging desperately to the landscape,the shafts slowly retreating ever further until dragged down into the unseen pit where the sun spent it's nights. The moon,instead,rose up to take it's place in the now rapidly darkening skies,tinged with an almost unreal hue-it was a blue moon,tonight,an event occurring only once in 50 years.

Imprints were left upon the otherwise untainted white snow blanketing the steep slope of the Great Peak,hissing slightly due to the warmth of the paws they came from.And at the very head of this trail,which was,as it happened,erasing itself the further on with this tale we get,my dear reader,was an auburn wolf.Held high was his well defined apex,the moon reflected in his eyes,the exact hue of the amber resin which dripped and hung from the branches of the pines coating the land.The smell was a bitter tang,but attractive in a way.The peak was getting nearer now,the trees folding away to the sides as if refusing to follow Ayaren,as if this was a sacred place where none but a true leader should go.

Gradually even the rocks became less common,the air thinning,but still the flaming wolf continued on,tokens of his element reflecting the blue tinted light from the moon,shattered rainbows reflected on the cold snow.All the sounds seemed to muffle and then finally mute as if the whole world had been waiting to watch this moment.About facing at the very peak,Ayaren lifted his jaw,mug revealing needled fangs,the multi-noted call of the wild sounding over the ranges of Rakuen.The cry was not mournful but a creative recount of the Rakuen bloodline,so that even the stars seemed to glow brighter.Slowly,note by note,the sound gave way and the silence flooded in once more.

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