Ponjaf scoffed at Rengar and his trophies. Then, when he decided the time had come, Rengar returned to his tribe, ready to be accepted as a true hunter. He polished a sandhawk's skull to a sheen he braided the teeth of a shrieker into his hair. Over time, instead of coming back to his camp each time with fresh scars, he began to come back with trophies. Though he would never be as big as other Kiilash, Rengar was determined to be twice as ferocious. He scoured Shurima for the most powerful and dangerous prey. He tossed Rengar the blade and kicked him down a ravine, where he was forced to make his first kill to survive.įrom then on, Rengar spent years pushing himself almost to breaking point. He put a knife to Rengar's throat and informed him that the only way to be a hunter was to hunt. He still hoped to one day rejoin his tribe, and so took great care in observing how Markon took down his quarries.Īfter some time, Markon grew sick of the pathetic Kiilash following him around. Rengar spent months following Markon, feeding off the corpses the hunter left behind. Besides, this was no mighty vastayan warrior worthy of Markon's blade. Upon seeing Rengar's state, he took pity on the creature and let it live. He subsisted on grubs and plants for weeks until, one day, he was nearly killed by a legendary human hunter named Markon. He ignored his child, assuming the runt would starve to death.Įventually, the young Rengar fled the camp, ashamed that he had disappointed his father.
Ponjaf believed Rengar's diminutive size would make him a worthless hunter. Rengar was born the runt of the litter to the tribe's chieftain, Ponjaf. Rengar hails from a tribe of Shuriman vastaya known as the Kiilash, whose society venerated the honor and glory of the hunt.
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