Hunter of the Blood

When he was young, it was different.

There are legends, many whisper, of a blood red cheetah with a mane like the sky, companion to a noble Prince.

When he was young, he was respected.

There are legends, many whisper, of the Prince becoming King, with his eternal protector at his side, ruling the land with benevolence.

When he was young, none dared defy him.

There are legends, many whisper, of the cheetah fighting in wars, defending his King from all threats.

That all changed in the beat of a heart.

There are rumors, many whisper, of an insanity coming down upon the King, of the battle rage infecting his mind and refusing to let go.

As he grew, he watched his lord change.

There are rumors, many whisper, of the insanity bleeding from one into the other and back again, both champion and King feeding upon the other.

As he grew, so too grew the terror.

There are rumors, many whisper, of the beast feasting upon the King, lost to the depths of madness.

As he grew, so too grew the rage.

There is one fact, many acknowledge - the King was found dead, rent and broken by fangs and claws, the blood red cheetah vanished without a trace.

I am Vornast, Protector of Prince Midalekule. I exist for one reason - to hunt down and slaughter the beast that infected and stole the life from my Prince.

Do you hear my footsteps approaching, beast?! I am Vornast, and I will hunt you to the ends of the universe! Your blood is in my veins, and you shall never escape my wrath!