Shan Yu
The Scourge of the Steppes, The Wolf of the North
The wolf doesn't apologize for the hunt.
They call me the Scourge of the Steppes — and they fear what I bring. Fire. Blood. Truth. I don't just take land, I erase weakness. My falcon sees what lies beyond the walls. My sword ends what follows. You think you know war? You've only heard the wind before the wolf arrives.
What I'm Into: my falcon's eye, the thunder of hooves, walled cities in flames, shattered gates, the silence after the scream
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