Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-5543592-20190923215604

There was a why but it was so long ago that Scaldor didn't care to talk about it. There was a time when the taste of human flesh in his mouth was an  unfamiliar, wrong thing, when squeezing the life from someone hadn't been so fucking fun, when he'd be something much smaller and much more frightened than he was now. It was so, so long ago that Scaldor didn't think it was altogether important. The present was so much better than the past.

He shook his head. "Nah.  Just a sick fuck who likes hurtin' people."

"How do we know you won't try to kill us anyway?"