Ever since her creator had, rather abruptly, sacked her, Irolem took to wandering. What choice had she, after all? Her home was empty, and far too familiar, far too bittersweet, nolstalgic. She had never left the house before, her master positive that he would not need her prescence away from the lab. Indeed, when he ever went farther than the orchard or garden, it was always with hired mercanaries and a carriage. It did not occur to Irolem that he might not wish her to accompany him because she had a flaw... At least, not until he left her so unceremoniously. So, rather than haunt the empty halls, she went to explore the unknown, though explore was a rather optimistic way of saying it. More likewander without purpose.
A peal of thunder rang through the air, and the despondent iron wanderer sighed. Alone, tossed aside, worthless... And now it was going to rang. Unless she found someplace dry, she was in danger of rusting. She scowled up at the sky... And realized that there was not even a cloud. But, surely she had heard a- Suddenly, a cry for help rang sharply through the air, so powerful, it resonated through her metal frame. Help? Did someone need someone to fix their wagon wheel, or... No. This was definitely a plea for protection. Though there wasn't so many words, the magic in her surged, and she was suddenly sprinting, her iron toes digging into the dirt in order to launch herself forward with every step.finally,she came to the source of the scream, a young man. And before him, with hunger in its eyes, was a predatory feline. With a grunt like a tennis player's on the swing, she sprang forward, grabbing the cat by its ruff before she even finished sliding to a stop before it, and flinging it into the air with a quick spin.
The cat flew an incredible distance before landing, as expected of the species, on its feet. Not scared, as she had planned for it to be, the cat's face seemed to emote anger. With a roar, it raced forward. Realizing that defense wasn't going to end this threat, Irolem took the offense. She met the cat's pounce with a dainty fist to the nose. Dainty and feminine though it was, her fist was made of metal, and the cat was forced by inertia into a bone-cracking accordion against her fist. It made a garbled sound as gravity took hold, but Irolem turned away from the mess. She had done her job.
"I am Irolem," she announced to the man who had called. "I have protected you. That was your wish when you called for help, was it not? I had to assume, from the fear in your voice." She bent her head in a slight bow.
