Like all vieran kits, there would be a day that Brynjar would come of age. The future would be set in stone the day they would start to show signs of becoming an adult.

It would just turn out that Brynjar would show as a man.

In the case of his village, located by the distant and cold Skatay Range, they were immensely conservative in their approach to roles. The men would live out into the forest and feral land to protect their village, and return periodically in order to be selected to breed with a woman. Essentially, their duty alone would be to fight and to make children, and little else.

This life for Brynjar did not suit him. He was lonely, felt stagnant, and despised being told what his worth was.

The time would come that he had to once again return to his village. However, in that day he would see a little girl in the village, with black hair and white highlights.

Though he attempted to confront his grandmother, the shaman, of the truth, she refused to answer. Nothing was confirmed by word, but in his heart, Brynjar knew -- that must have been his daughter. Yet, he was not permitted to have anything to do with her life, to even help raise her, to let her know who her sire was.

Already furious with his lot in life, this had been the final straw. Brynjar chose to leave his life, and begin anew.

Obsidian, whose heart was blackened.