Spirit Waker

The beat of hearts sounds like the beating of drums. Each thump pumps blood and adrenaline through the body. Each step only causes the actions of life to prolong. Each step brings it closer to the goal. Every creature around it knows not why it fights, but knows that when it does, it seeks the death of everything around it. It never speaks and only its weapon has anything worthwhile about it.

At its side, a stuffed animal remains clutched in its oblong hand. Marred by scratches, blood, and filth. Yet despite everything it has been through, it remains intact. The amount of fighting and death it has seen means nothing to the creature that clutches onto it so dearly.

And the small greenish creatures that trail behind it know all too well what it means to disappoint it. Not it as in the hulking mass of meat, rock, and magic. But the infernal thing it clutches onto. It always holds it close to what can be considered the head before doing anything. The beast never speaks and neither does that bear. Yet, whatever moves it forward is through actions unheard and unknown to every creature else.

Even the leader of their little Warband keeps a distance from the creature. Yet he's supposed to rank above it. But the sheer battle strength alone commands respect all on its own. The regeneration and powers held within that monstrosity...

It keeps them in line. It hungers for death and destruction. It cares not for friends or foes.

It will have what it wants.