Thrill of the hunt: Rengar
A wild cub raised by humans, I always felt a little different. As a cub I grew fearful and startled of other creatures. I was taught to be urbane, educated and civilized I learned the language the humans speak but I had a nostalgic thirst to kill. In my first few years I learnt the thrill of the hunt. I learnt to betray the trust of humans. I killed their pets their rabbits, dogs, cats. Not for food. My master kept me well fed, groomed and contented. But for the thrill of the hunt.
When I was approaching 15 years of my life, I began to change. Not in a way that was noticeable to my owner. To him I was still the well-behaved, giant beast of a pet. But inside I felt a feeling, not anger or hatred but one of the feelings that the human way of communication does not have a word to express. It wasn't a feeling that stayed. I would have outbursts of it. And it would wash over. Now I have learned to make this feeling stay because without it I am vulnerable. My master's fellow companions observed a change. My master over time decided that my violent outbursts would have to be stopped. So he decided to put me to "sleep". I understood fully I was being backstabbed. My anger surged, leaping onto his body and ripping him to fragments and smithereens. His blood flowed on to my hands; I smeared it on the walls.
In that very moment, I changed.
I ran into the jungle. Howling and barking. I spent my middle years hunting the weak for survival. But my thirst would not be quenched. I killed a collection of animals and monsters. I had quite the trophy assortment. On my rock wall a series of different mismatching heads and body parts were organized. My streak was one that was never broken.
Until that faithful day I wandered of onto the deepest part of the jungle, a part I never ventured off too. Right beside a creek, was a collection similar to mine if not more elegant, and beautifully hunted. This creature was bound to be a natural hunting machine.
One that would make a great souvenir.
I hid in a bush, waiting to ambuscade my worthy adversary. My nose twitched in anticipation. And when he finally showed, I leaped on my hind legs that were taught with experience to always land solidly on the ground. My claws flew towards his mid-section severely scarring him.
The creature was elegant, moved with great speed and velocity. Never wasted its breath, and unlike me did not fight with reckless power but with pure and simple swiftness.
He retracted his wings and with a flick of his wrist clawed off my eye.
The pain was intense and seared through my whole body. But I knew after this fight my eternal thirst would be quenched.
As night fell, we were both limp and exhausted . We were exchanging blows but each blow dulled my senses and splattered across my face.
My eye wound bled and his midsection was just beginning to clot. With a instantaneous movement he cracked my head against his knee.
My body froze before I collapsed.
With my one eye I caught a dis-oriented, malformed last glance a his face. That was filled with apparent astonishment and tiredness.
As he turned around, I lashed out with my paw and ripped half of his right wing.
He screamed, an alien sound that I had never heard before. That echoed through the woods and took flight in his rhythmic awkward motion.
My thirst was satiated. But I knew that it would arise again.
I had no other option than to join The League of Legends and to keep my thirst quenched till we fought again.
I had no idea that this wouldn't be my first taste of defeat. But only through defeat do you truly win. Only through pain you gain peace.
"Prey on the weak and you will survive, prey on the strong and you will live," Rengar.