Thousands of years ago, in the aztec empire was a man, but not just any man, he was a warrior at heart. Since he was born, all he wanted was to serve and protect his people... If only that were the case. Truth be told, he had a bit of a blood lust, said lust lead him to become the warrior he always dreamed of being. Then came the day him and his fellow soldiers went into battle. Though he fought and put up a good fight, he among others fell. The battle was over as soon as it was started and him and his men were defeated. Though the man had yet truly fell, he was severely wounded and slowly dying. With what little energy he had left, he pleaded to the gods "It's not fair! I want more! MORE! Please! Give me MORE!" The gods, being a bit blood thirsty themselves, pitied the man. Before he tasted the release of death, he started to change. Yales of pain as his body shifted and remolded itself. When it was done, the man was no longer a man. He was reborn as a beast, burdened to satisfy the bloodlust of the gods that remade him. Forever a warrior, nothing more, nothing less.