Haunting wails echo in the night, carried by the wind through the empty darkness. He laid comfortably on a pyre made by none other, burning remnants of filth from a recent slaughtering of townfolk. The silence was serenity, restful and slumbering under faint snores.

“ The monster Ionia sought to eliminate only became their fiercest nightmare ever made. ”

| I want to build my character off of SL's and plotting, it's my first league OC so I want to try fleshing him out.

“ I tend to be tamed, only for a while but I just can't help myself when they bleed so easily. ”

| Mental not in the right place rn, gonna take a break but I'll definitely come back soon

“ A war becomes a feast; the misery and despair become their flavor. ”

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑆𝑂 𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑌 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑆 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀——— ⠀⠀𝐼'𝑀 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐺𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐷 ⠀

Deeeevour.

May their purpose be selfish, cruel, noble, or courageous— power is granted to those that seek it, and power will be given. I submit to no privilege, however, and instead take what was meant to be given. I simply don't want to achieve it; I wish to OWN it.

| Haiyaaa, I need to make this guy a carrd soon.

Parents that were slaughtered, parents that were devoured.

The Azakana were never far behind from the tragedies. It was a delightful feast.

For now, he will. But be wary upon the battlefield: he will never be far from tragedy.

More chances to fall. Resilience allows one to endure but for only so much.