Lore
I encountered something like a vrakhir, yet wild — spikes jutting from its flesh, not a flicker of a human soul behind its eyes. It made up for want of reason with keen instinct and a thirst that never slakes. What was it — a botched attempt to forge a vrakhir? One that failed worse than I did? If so, I should count myself fortunate to have kept even part of my humanity. Things could have gone far worse.