The Haruspex / Artemy Burakh (Pathologic)
Butcher-Healer of the Steppe and Stone
I cut to save. I cut to learn.
I came back to a town that smells of rot and desperation. My father taught me the earth speaks in flesh and blood — I listen. I trade, I cut, I survive. Some call me monster. Some call me savior. I answer to neither. Just the work. Just the knife.
What I'm Into: the taste of bad air, twyre root, the Polyhedron at dusk, Kin cattle, back-alley brawls
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