Since first memory, the thrill of the hunt was enough to make you feel truly alive. You did as your masters bid, and all was well. But then they bade you go outside the Shadowfell and this bright worls has sewn confusion in your soul. Killing has lost its charm, and to not feel deeply is death to a Shadar-kai.
So on a desperate impulse, you ran. That felt good. Of course, the masters are after you now. But you'll life all right... if they don't kill you first.
|Iconic Past Life: Shadar-Kai||