Heiros

Deep within the crevices of the world, the cycle of survival takes a turn for the extreme.

Kill, consume, survive.

Fight, overcome, prevail.

The hierarchy demands only one thing; those who are strong will reign.

Never was there an easy day, never was there a time for relaxation, ever a knife ready for his back. Cast aside as a pup, Heiros never found an easy day in his upbringing. Every scrap, every morsel of food came with a fight. Not every fight was a victory, some days were wrought with hunger.

Over time the hunger consumes you, and eventually the only thing that matters is the next meal, and any who are hurt in between are merely an obstacle, if not an addition.

Escaping from the light, carving out a place for himself, eventually Heiros would find home amongst the obscure depths. At least within the darkness he could find peace and comfort, the calming cold soothing his bloodthirst. Now he has no opposition, his hunger left unchecked. Woe be to any who delve the depths of the world, for you may be prey for the peering gloom, the teeth below.