Vorryk

Height: 12'5" (379 cm) | Weight: 985 lbs (446.8 kg)

  They called him the Ash-Eater. Not for hunger, but penance.
  Once a divine hound, born of Valgaroth’s breath and branded by the Veiled Star, Vorryk served as the last Priest of the Hollow Maw—a monastic order sworn to consume what the world must not keep. Rotting faiths, cursed relics, dreams too dangerous to be dreamt—all were fed to the flame of his gut.
  Clad in soot-black hides and iron-blessed vestments, Vorryk roamed the high spires of Caerhural and the ruins of forgotten sanctuaries. He did not teach; he devoured. It was said that to confess before him was to lose part of oneself forever—but to walk away lighter. Priests feared him, saints whispered his name like a wound. Children left lilies and teeth at his feet.
  But his hunger was never sated.
  When the gods turned their eyes away from sorrow, Vorryk devoured the sermons they abandoned. When the Onycine Order outlawed mourning magic, he swallowed the last scrolls in flame and silence. And when Valgaroth—the only soul he ever revered—was consumed by chaos, Vorryk shattered. He howled for seven nights and buried his own tongue beneath Cenavere’s ash-temple.
  Now, half-beast and half-madness, he haunts the obsidian thresholds between prayer and punishment. Some claim he protects the dying, others say he collects the grief that no one else dares carry. To find Vorryk is to carry too much. To meet his gaze is to be judged by something older than scripture.
  He no longer eats to survive. He eats to remember what gods have chosen to forget.