Ronto
“The weak serve no other purpose than to feed the strong. The strong exist for no other reason than to prove that truth. Those who succeed have earned the right to live, while those who fail have earned the right to nothing at all.”
Ronto the Unsatiable, Ronto the Relentless, Ronto the Unassailable. Much has been said about the God of Lightning over the ages, with no one born in all that time with the power or fortitude to challenge those claims.
Some say he was the world’s first man-beast, a panther born into divinity who walked upright to challenge the station of man. Others say that he was first a man that divinity bless with the holy convergence of man and beast.
Whatever the truth may be, if there is such a thing, all agree that the day Ronto electrified the world with his presence was the day fate itself altered its course to serve his many ravenous hungers.
There are those who claime themselves “learned” that question the progenitor’s connection with their progeny, perhaps out of arrogance, or some vain desire for an independent relevance that shall ever ellude them. Those individuals seek to prove that the moral races the divine left behind were sired by the world, and not some imaginative figure that transcends the limitations of existence itself. Then, they are reminded of the argol.
The ceaseless voracity of the race of man-beasts Ronto left behind both proves and propagates the truth that the argol are unsatiable, relentless and unassailable. Should any lingering doubts still somehow exist, then one needs to look no further than the fact that the incessant wars ravaging the Ronsenferg Forest today are nothing more than the most recent chapters in a book that was written in blood so long ago that none remain who can recall how or why the fighting began in the first place.
Yet, even a heart whose very beat is the originator of war can be swayed by the primordial forces of admiration, protection, and love. To say that Ronto imprinted on Vestale, Goddess of Life, the way his progeny imprint on hers borders on blasphemy. But even so, the argol’s unwavering, and violently unbreakable bond with the sypor lend credence to the possibility.
