Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170828225704/@comment-31192300-20170830134911

Nathan: A hellhound like her was my first kill. It happened when I was a teenager. It was an unnaturally frigid day even for the cold climate I grew up in so I was out with my father getting extra firewood ready. He had gone inside to start the fire and had me continue chopping wood. I then saw something out of the corner of my eye enter our shed.......a hellhound. I had heard stories what they did humans and my father was an older man and wasnt deemed fit for combat with such a being so with my axe in hand I quietly approached the shed. When I entered she had her back to me, curled up and trying to keep warm with a small pup who couldnt have been a week old. My conscience told me to spare her as she obviously had no ill intent.......but I was afraid, so I turned the axe on both of them, the mother then the child. When my father returned and saw what I had done he told me that beasts like her had no right to live and that I had done humanity a service......I got started as a hunter after than, telling myself that my conscience was just an obstacle I was going to have to get past in order to protect myself and other humans.