Cathal Ponaire || Fear Fiadhaich of Na Beanna Beola

'Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief, savoring each other, feasting upon flesh--  knife and fork, delicate spoon.
Each course far from complete, they gorge through eroded faces, evidence of features strewn to rot in the panic of the fading sun.
Hugging like chums until folded into one writhing mass, they remain dexterous enough to balance an apple: proof of perilous symmetry.
In the distance, the white mission weeps under the weight of the impending torrent.      Even the mercy of the mountains can't protect from the ruin of man.'

Eldest son of Aine & Conor Ponaire.
Lead hunter of the clan.

...and you have to prove your worth.
(Or attempt to escape, but good luck with it.)

Note: You were caught by Conor (Cathal's father) roaming their land. Why you were there is up to you. You've been there a while as they try to decide whether you're more useful as a contributing member of the clan OR whether you're better off at dinner.

TW: Murder, robbery, cannibalism, non-con, dub-con, violence, verbal and physical abuse.
DNI if any of these bother you.