CactusdiFuoco
[ENG version] [Italian Wattys Winner 2020, now translated!]
I am Goldfury, and my existence is kind of a... legend.
I'm a lycanthrope, a shapeshifter of the kind who eats people, and September (despite the name, he's a human-ish guy) says I belong to an extinct race of lycans, the most ferocious ever, who killed each other in a mad battle for power.
The Apocalypse is approaching (they say, but who knows), and apparently I have an important role in this.
Frankly, I'd also like to have a significant role as a judge of "very generous rustic banquets of meat," but I don't. I'm not even sure how to behave with humans, to be honest, so I don't expect to understand everything you do, and you shouldn't expect to understand everything I'll do.
I am Hróðvitnir, and my spirit is greater than my flesh.
Even my flesh, when it comes to greatness, is no slouch.
This is my story, a long banquet of blood woven with the poetry of the earth and the stars.