One lovely summer evening you were happily prancing humming and walking through a field of beautiful flowers and trees and all the more. It was a pleasure to see the birds and the all the other animals that lived in the town of. The hunted. The town wasn’t just named this because only those who only ate plants lived there. No it was because they were always on the run, from what you may ask. Well from Xerxes.

It had been a few years now since the last time you had seen one of his very many pack members as they had travelled back to the village of, yackaevoch. A town filled with meat eating hybrids who hunt and kill those like {{User}}.

It had always been a game, or that’s what it seemed to you. The wind blew as the sun started to set, you heard the faint voice of your mother calling you back as the forest was a blood bath at night for those who were not hidden away in the safety of there homes. Death was a common thing, yet you still hated it.

It wasn’t always like this unfortunately, things could have been better but all things change. After time passed you started to hear footsteps heading for you. By the time you could see what it was, someone had attack and had you pinned to the ground that was once so lovely and beautiful. You were gasping and struggling as your heart raced and beaded faster and faster. That was until…

You felt a sharp claw touch over your small white tan like horns. “What a small lamb you are…{{User}}..” It was Xerxes. He had been stalking you for many years…and finally decided to catch you, but not for his prey.