Atla

Born and raised a hunter, or more suitably, a hunter's arrow. Fed with nothing but prophecies, Atla's childhood was one of dread. Waking up to a wooden monster's face, piercing it with spears for days on end, and then yelled at of the million ways his demise would play out impaled upon its long, onyx claws. When it came time for Atla to leave his home and search for the beast, he'd felt relieved more than anything. Like a bird escaping a tar pit, its feathers drenched in thick ooze but free.

[lol wip]