-Nox- Born into a harsh tribe deep into the mountains, growing up it was kill or be killed. His mother left him alone when he no longer needed to nurse, and his father most likely was unaware that he even had a son. At a young age, he had to watch his only friend bleed out from injuries that he had caused with his very own claws. From that day on, nothing was that same. He couldn’t breathe without remembering his friend’s last rugged gasp, couldn’t take a step without seeing the mangled body and usually bright eyes fading in his grasp. He was so detached from reality that his tribemates were all convinced that he was living in a never-ending dream. One night while dreaming, the breaths and gasps weaved themselves into words. “Kill. Hurt. Make them pay...” And so he did.
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