Night Haunter

“Following every trace from the forests to the moon.”

Piercing eyes that see through all veils snd chase every shadow, claws and blades that do not spare any that falls beneath them.Loken was born to a small fishing village, living what should have been a simple life, idling his days away at the edge of a pier, rod in hand, trading his catch of the day for coin.That was until one night in the middle of the brightest full moon of the year, a howl so loud that it roused him from his slumber would make him leave his door, coming face to face with a beast that was fang, shadow, and bloodlust.He should not have lasted as long as he did, especially when wielding a simple axe, but the battle was fierce and brutal, and just as he went to strike the death blow, the beast retaliated in kind. They both fell, blood mingling as the man’s eyes closed on the night sky.When he awoke again, he immediately could tell that something was different about him, his senses were stronger, everything about him had grown in strength, durability, and power. . .And the most drastic change wasn’t until the next moon would come, a pure haze of crimson hatred seemed to dust his vision, his body changing in shape and stature until he resembled the very creature that he fought, he had access to abilities that he never knew existed, following the trail that led the creature to his village in the first place, finding a monster of inexplicable horror. Again, he fought a great battle against a creature, cutting it down with a snarl and swipe of his claws.Having discovered these things about himself, he deemed that it was too dangerous for him to stay in the place of his birth, taking his ‘talents’ out to the wider world, seeking answers and coin in equal measure.

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