Betrayal.
Blood.
Pain.
Anger.
Hunger.
The beast, unleashed from a prison that held it for far too long, rends the flesh of friend and foe alike. Bathed in the terror and desperation of the fallen, it feasts on blood and flesh, gristle and bone.
Love.
Friendship.
Honor.
Duty.
These things have no place here. The beast is no longer caged by the trappings of a world in which it will find no peace and no welcome. In this realm it is free to live and free to thirve, wanton and wild.
It is terrible.
It is wonderful.
Blood.
Pain.
Anger.
Hunger.
The beast, unleashed from a prison that held it for far too long, rends the flesh of friend and foe alike. Bathed in the terror and desperation of the fallen, it feasts on blood and flesh, gristle and bone.
Love.
Friendship.
Honor.
Duty.
These things have no place here. The beast is no longer caged by the trappings of a world in which it will find no peace and no welcome. In this realm it is free to live and free to thirve, wanton and wild.
It is terrible.
It is wonderful.