Barghul

The newborn god of the innate primal heart that beats in all things looked up at the stag. They were similar in coloration, and they both wore the form of beasts, but where this was Barghuls true visage, the face of what he was, he sensed it was not so with this other. Barghul spoke, in a brutal but intelligent tone, which implied both great intelligence, and great cunning behind his apish features. I am a hunter yes, but I know not the hunter of which you speak. I embody the instinctual lust for the hunt, just as I too embody the need defend myself or flee should need be. What is it to you?