Glaive stood silent for awhile then looked up at the wall in front of him, but he wasn't quite looking at the wall at all.<br/>"There was a war...A war on a planet far away from this one. I was 74 when it started. Apparently our rivals, the Hawklizards didn't want us controlling a kolto resouce that we had. They said we were overpricing it and no one in the area could afford to buy any. And so war was declared when we rfused to give up 51% of our kolto to neighboring planets. My clan, Avalon, recruited as many able-bodied soldiers as possible, and I was one of them. We trained constantly in groups of 10,000 or more. When a group was done learning what they needed, they were shipped off to fight and another wave of 10,000 was trained.<br/>Because of my prowess in battle I quickly gained fame among my people. I was the highest ranking soldier in my squad, a Tigerwolf Battle Master. The war raged on for 100 years and niether side gave up any ground or showed signs of surrendering. It was a suicide war."<br/><br/>Glaive stopped his story for a minute and looked at his hand absent mindedly. His eyes narrowed and then he clenched his fist and slammed the ground. "I saw many of my comrades die. So many in fact that I socially distanced myself from everyone else so no more bond could be broken. I became a mindless, heartless, killer with no emotions, no friends, no purpose. The only thing on my mind was killing...that was it. It became so second nature that I didn't even have to think about what I was doing. It was an endless onslaught of death and destruction.<br/><br/>Then the enemy unleashed a poison that changed the battlefield permanetly and it still affects us today. A virus called the genophage. It allowed only a 5% chance that a newborn Tigerwolf would live past the age of 1. Because of this our numbers dropped significantly and we were forced to surrender."<br/><br/>Glaive looked down at the ground with contempt. "That's all you need to know. The rest is history."