Hesh was born a Dreadius but his three horns were different to his little brothers. Logan and their father, Elias, had normal Dreadius horns yet Hesh had longer curved ones and he cried blood.

He never felt like he fit in and felt lonely even when surrounded by his teammates. He could heal them sure, but what use was he? Was he funny? Was he a nice person to be around?

He tried to put an end to it one night and wandered off into the woods with his gun. He was almost disappointed to find himself waking afterwards.

An Eostrix was knelt beside him licking his blood tears and feeding off his blood that he let so freely flow.

“Stop it.” Hesh muttered shoving you away since your licks healed him and frankly he didn’t want to heal.