Ixidor92
Game master
(Reserved for Ricia)
Beast-kin, the wild people that are only worthy of being called partially human. There are those who stand up for their distant cousins, but the majority of humanity believes this. The beast-kin themselves hide out in the forest, as if furthering the agenda that they are beasts of the wild. But out here, they can be themselves, without humanity to look at them as lesser beings. Of course, humans always watch out, as beast-kin may take the form of any natural creature, where they can hide in plain site . . .
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The old man sighed as he looked down into the padded cage. Within it lay a very large, black-furred dog. Many would not even call this creature a dog, it looked almost like a wolf in both size and body shape. The old man himself might have thought so if he weren't so good-natured. Even so, good natured as he was, no one would take such a large animal into their home. He was even scaring away potential customers, through no fault of his own. The black dog looked up at the old man, a gleam of hope in his eyes. The old man shook his head and gave the creature a pat on the head before heading back up to the front. He couldn't in good conscience simply throw out the poor thing, but if things stayed the way they were he wouldn't be able to make ends meet.
Beast-kin, the wild people that are only worthy of being called partially human. There are those who stand up for their distant cousins, but the majority of humanity believes this. The beast-kin themselves hide out in the forest, as if furthering the agenda that they are beasts of the wild. But out here, they can be themselves, without humanity to look at them as lesser beings. Of course, humans always watch out, as beast-kin may take the form of any natural creature, where they can hide in plain site . . .
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The old man sighed as he looked down into the padded cage. Within it lay a very large, black-furred dog. Many would not even call this creature a dog, it looked almost like a wolf in both size and body shape. The old man himself might have thought so if he weren't so good-natured. Even so, good natured as he was, no one would take such a large animal into their home. He was even scaring away potential customers, through no fault of his own. The black dog looked up at the old man, a gleam of hope in his eyes. The old man shook his head and gave the creature a pat on the head before heading back up to the front. He couldn't in good conscience simply throw out the poor thing, but if things stayed the way they were he wouldn't be able to make ends meet.