Killain had been a Traveller before his second transformation, and before that still he'd been an ox. An asset to the village that had owned him, as most animals used in work were in the villages. The village was a small, peaceful one were all the people living in it really had was the clothes on their backs and each other, everything else minor things of day to day life that ebbed and flowed with the trials of their lives.

It'd been a kind village, hard-working and earnest in their work. And after he'd been gifted a second chance of life when his time as an ox was drawing to a close Killain hope thought he'd keep it that way forever.

Unfortunately, none of them had known the horrors that would come knocking on their doors.

A sickness, cruel and indiscriminate in whom it affected, swept through the village, affecting first the children and elderly, then the animals and finally, those too foolish to leave. They'd all turned against each other; friend against friend, neighbour against neighbour in their paranoia to avoid the sickness claiming themselves and their desperate attempts to save their families and Killain felt his heart sink and twist to see them change so drastically.

It hadn't helped any of them in the end and soon the village was abandoned, left to crumble to nothing as those too stubborn to leave the only home they knew watched the last remnants of the village and the life it once held crumble away to nothing as bodies fell to liter the street.

The place was labelled a cursed one and no living human has lived there since, leaving Killain shattered and alone in the aftermath of everything he'd known coming to an end. It'd be awful, a horrific experience for the esk and he quickly grew to resent the humans that had once been there and those that tried to come after. A Re-Transformation only made sense, and when it was offered he took it greedily.