KorvaxA half-blood thing, born with horns like a gazelle and eyes too sharp for comfort. The world never cared to ask what else he was. He spent most of his life in cages. In traveling caravans, in blood pits, in filthy, reeking cells where people paid to watch him bleed. A beast, they called him. A savage. An animal that could hold a blade, good for little else but killing. He learned to survive the way cornered things do: fast, brutal, unmerciful. It simply was the only way out of the pit alive. The Wild Roses found him in one of those cages. Bought him, stole him, broke the chains, no one quite remembers. He didn’t beg for freedom. Didn’t ask for a cause. But he’s followed them ever since, a weapon on two legs, a predator in the dark. Korvax rarely speaks. His hatred for men runs deeper than bone, but for the Roses, he stays his hand. |
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