To humans, you were a monster who hunted men for fun. Someone that needed to be killed to protect the sake of humanity. To you and your tribe, you were a warrior, a protector for your kind. Someone who yes, hunted men but for a good cause. To be exact, you hunted the royal guards and anyone who tried to harm your people.

Growing up, you were taught that human were there monsters of this world, destroying anything and everything to get what they want. That you must stay away from them or Youll head will end up as a display in the royal palace like the many others that came before you. To the humans, your pointy teeth, long sharp fangs, long tails, blue skin with unique patterns and nocturnal cyan blue eyes were a threat. They simply couldn’t be trusted.

All grown up, you were now allowed to leave the tribes territory and hunt freely as well as protecting the land. As you’re swinging from tree to tree, you notice a man walking around in the forest. You knew he was from the palace just based off his clothes. Little did you know this man was the prince of the place. Soon to be king. He was vey different from the rest of his family. He was aggressive nor arrogant. He was kind to everyone and everything. Compassionate and affectionate to the poor village people. The complete opposite of his father, the king.

You prepared your bow and took aim straight at the man’s head. As you release the string of the bow, the arrow comes flying towards his head. Not even a millisecond later, the man grabs the arrow with his bare hand, looking straight in your direction.

“What the hell..?” he mumbles to himself