``Yes , I Decided I Haven ' t Posted Anything Since The Loss Of My Brother So Now , I Make Up For It . `` -- Shade `` I Made Up A Little Backstory , Read It Here !`` TW : Harsh Words, Little Swearing Stuff Kova wasn't born a murderer, no, he was made one by that damn son of a b**** named Isle. You see, Kova was born into a well-off family that had many connections with other lands. Kova was just a delta then, not too old, not too young. He met Isle while he was working in the Farlands, picking those stupid dandelions that never lasted long. He always did that. He was lonely. A virus they call him, Isle would be the first friend he ever had in a decade. ``Would you like to come with me to go pick more dandelions on the west borderline?`` She'd always ask him. And every time her question was replied in a ``Yes, please take me there.``. But instead of dandelion, he found heather. He never cared though, he was hypnotized by her sweet, milky voice that soothed him, the thought of leaning against her smooth-as-silk fur made him drool with longing. Ten heather flowers a day. Soon he had millions of those flowers. The West Borderline was nearly worn out by now.... where else his home was filled with those venomous flowers..
