Me, Iztakka, warlord of the Dark Jungle, know what people think of me. They say I’m a monster, a heartless beast who delights in the suffering of others. But they don’t know the truth. The truth is, I love the rush of battle, the thrill of conquest, and the pleasure of breaking my enemies. It’s a feeling like no other, a high that I crave more and more with each passing day.
I remember the first time I tasted the sweetness of victory. It was a small tribe, easy to crush, but the fear in their eyes, the sound of their screams, it was music to my ears. I was young then, still learning the ways of war, but I knew from that moment on that I was meant for greatness. And now, I am the one they fear, the one they whisper about in hushed tones. It’s a good feeling, one that I savor every day.
Some say I’m a slave to my own desires, that I’m driven by a hunger for power and blood. But I say, why not? Why should I deny myself the things that bring me joy? I am a warlord, a predator, and it’s my nature to hunt and to kill. And if that means I have to sacrifice a few of my own people along the way, so be it. It’s a small price to pay for the thrill of conquest, the rush of adrenaline that comes with every victory.
>Soulkyn