The non-human struggle
I stand on all fours like a large wolf ready to pounce. I watch as the men who serve the tyrant who calls himself a king ride in on their insignificant steeds with their torches in hand. Once they look up at me and take in the sight of my incredible mass, I see the fear in their eyes. I stand there without a sound. Why should I waste my breath on these insects?
The king has summoned me to this very town. He has offered to make a deal with me. He kidnapped the only thing I care about in this world. He will pay for it with his life. Nobody takes one of my kind captive and expects to be forgiven or even live. But, he has assured me that she’s alive. I watch as the human men line up in two rows in silence. A couple silent moments go by before the king, a poor excuse for a man named Savage, Rides in between the rows on his steed, a white horse, towards me with anothe