On each mass of his cave, the trophy seeker Rengar mounts the heads, horns, hooks, and teeth of the most deadly animals in Valoran. Despite the fact that his gathering is broad, he stays unsatisfied, resolutely looking for more prominent diversion. He requires some investment with each slaughter, contemplating his prey, learning, and setting himself up for the following experience with the one creature he never figured out how to crush.
Rengar never knew his genuine guardians, however was raised by a human who was loved as an amazing seeker. He was a perfect understudy, eagerly retaining the lessons of his dad, and enhancing them with his uncanny non domesticated senses. Prior to his mane had completely developed, Rengar set off without anyone else and asserted a wide region for himself. Along its edge, he mounted the skulls of his killed prey - a notice to would-be aggressors. He figured undisputed rule of a locale would satisfy him, yet rather, he became anxious. No mammoths in his area demonstrated testing prey, and without imposing enemies to push his restricts, Rengar's soul disappeared. He expected that no advantageous amusement remained, that he could never again feel the excite of the chase. Exactly when things appeared their bleakest, he experienced the beast. It was an irritating, outsider thing, unmistakably strange in his reality. It bore immense scything hooks and ate up any creature that strayed over its way. Overeager at the possibility of a test, Rengar trapped the beast in scramble. It far dominated anything he'd chased some time recently. Their battle was savage, and each endured devastating injuries. Rengar lost an eye, yet the most egregious blow was to his pride. He had at no other time neglected to make the kill. More regrettable yet, the seriousness of his wounds constrained him to withdraw. Over the next days, he drifted on the edge amongst life and passing. He was wracked with torment, yet underneath it, he felt a glint of euphoria. The chase was on. On the off chance that such intense creatures existed on the planet, he would discover them, and stack their heads high. The creature, be that as it may, was a slaughter he needed to appreciate. On his lair's biggest divider, he saves a space for the brute's head, a trophy he swears will one day be the centerpiece of his gathering.
''Go after the frail and you will survive, go after the solid and you will live.''
- Rengar
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