It is in my nature to be an observer; to meticulously pry every fiber of your being apart through distant awareness. In days long before I, this was a tool in which allowed our success, our survival.

Today, this tool has been repurposed - it has become a weapon. A slayer of men.

The nature of a big cat is to hunt - to survive. It is a highly refined living, breathing machine, which has few other objectives in life; in a way, there is a beauty to time's work in it. It does not comprehend that the injuries it inflicts cause pain, or that in order to eat it must kill. It does not stop to ponder upon the mysteries of the universe or lament the horrors of the past.

For all of its grand complexity, it is simple.

Argent Fatalis cannot help but find these elements a part of his life. They are, through his blood, ingrained and truly immortal.

Aware that his captors exploit this, he treads a fine line between ensuring his usefulness keeps him alive and not allowing them an advantage all too inhuman.

After all, Argent Fatalis may be a predator, but he is not a murderer.

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Artwork © TheTigress 2014
Character © Argent Fatalis 2014