The Hound of Chaos

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Closet vegetarians anyways.  smh

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Don't act like you didn't like it!!

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Ekhurift's History:

Freedom. It is not something many think about until it is taken from them. The experience of being enslaved, imprisoned, or withheld is a uncommon for the mass majority of the world, but it does happen. There are those that were born into slavery and therefore know no other life and there are those that do the enslaving. Whether you are on one end of the spectrum or the other, it would seem that nearly everyone is a slave to someone or something and Ekhurift is, or was, no different..

 

Ekhurift was born into a life of slavery and servitude. It is not everyday, after all, that a human can change his body into a creature of the wood on command. His life began in a tragic scenario as his mother was left fatally wounded from his violent birth. After all, a mother that gives birth not to one child, but a litter, might have a few complications. His brothers and sisters struck dead by a boot heel and his life spared as he was the largest, Ekhurift grew up in the life of performing. A circus freak destined for the stage. A life that would normally be spent within the spotlight and being cheered on was replaced by a life of constant torture, terrible living conditions, and shameful acts.

 

This was to be his life. One of pain, depression, and sadness. For many years Ekhurift served the ringmaster and his minions until a day that everything seemed to go wrong..or right..depending on who you ask. Entertainment is a fickle thing and it is dangerous when you are in the presence of rowdy crowd of highwaymen. Waylaid and forced to perform without proper preparation will lead to an abysmal show and the spectators will not enjoy it. Such happened upon this night and then the blood came. It was not quick and it was not painless as the highwaymen did not intend to leave it to chance. A circus is a wealthy business and not always prepared for direct combat.

 

Chains cut, Ekhurift was told to fight, yet he stood there watching. The cry of distant wolves echoed through the forest as the smell of freshly slain meals presented themselves on the cold ground below, blood seeping deep into the soil. His body shifting violently, his skin stretching and tearing and fur growing at an alarming rate. Bone cracking and skin tearing, his body took on the shape of those coming to feed. Despite the shackles attached to his legs, he looked no different than the average wolf when on all fours. Although considerably larger, it made no difference in the dark as the bandits, thieves, and murderers made off with the loot and left the corpses to be devoured.

 

Sworn to never serve again in this life or the next, Ekhurift travels Aabahran finding his own way and his own pack. Accepting of the ways of Chaos, he does not bow down to them nor does serve. Those of Chaos do not serve any and now..neither does Ekhurift..