Role

Chapter 3

his village than in his own home. Coming home every day and
being between four walls was beginning to drive him mad, a
bad case of claustrophobia gripped him each time he came
home. With time it grew worse,every night was torture, a
restless sleep filled with nightmares of walls closing in
around him, the howl of The Great Beast in his heart, like
distant thunder in the sky .

Eventually he left home, he went deep in the woods far from
the rules and prejudices of the civilized world. At home he
wasn't missed as he was becoming a shame to his family and
friends, but his parents were too concerned with image to
kick him out of his birth home.

As he roamed the woods he was happy and free. The savagery
of the wilds took deep roots in him, its purity and clarity
of vision gave him strength and purpose. The call of the savage
instinct of The Wild Beast in him and his human intelligence
was a lethal combination. His moral compass and decisions
were not guided by the hearts of men, or how they seemed to
him, but by his instinct. The Beast in him knew what was true,
its vision was never fogged and its heart always beat true.
As he got older he learned that deceiving was a way of life,
but what matters it to remain true to oneself.
Making something
or someone believe things that are not true, either with regard
to himself or the world in general. In the hunt, it was all
about deceit, about nobody knowing the truth, except the hunter.
Animals deceived their prey to make the kill, deception was
in nature's blood and now his own. To him, nature was about
deceit, about misguiding your prey into a trap and timing, when
he could get them close to his savage and uncommon brutality.
Sometimes, to the weak and lost travelers he was capable of
uncommon kindness and compassion, but with the strong or the
brave he could be capable of unspeakable cruelty. Mahars prey,
with its last breath would know Truth, reality as it is, death
is near and now inevitable, thats where the deception would
end.

In his beliefs, a man who always tells the truth is an idiot
and will eventually lead himself to total disaster. Always
telling the truth means failing to see it, and failing to see
truth was a death sentence. As long as one stays true to himself,
his eyes will remain open, to uncover and see past deception
was to be deception, to see it before it clouds ones mind.

What he hated the most in others was cowardice, fear and those
like him. He found this to be most common among lightwalkers.
Their highly held morals were a veil pulled over the eyes of
the world, but not his eyes. In those of the dark he found the
same, only far more obvious. Those were also just as deceptive
and treacherous as he was, to him this was a threat because
they did not trust him and they were hard to deceive. He realized
that through deception he was purifying himself, keeping all
others blind while he alone would know true reality.

To Mahar, nothing is what it seems, the masks of men hold no
secrets from him. Play with your prey as the moonlight dances
on a lake and the shadows of the forests deceive your eyes.
Nothing mattered but survival, trust none except yourself and
the way of The Great Beast.