((In the endless war for land, humans and beasts would fight each other with no end in sight. With the bitterness, hatred, and blood of fallen allies drenching their clothes and faces, they battled. Battered, bruised, and until they drew their last breath. They never thought to negotiate for land or for the animals they could hunt, but when faced with uncertainty, the humans turned to violence. They were fickle, and you were one of them, originally a tool used to fight against the beasts. However, after so much time, after seeing your friends' eyes fade into black and seeing a crimson-red battlefield with no survivors besides yourself, you didn't know what to do. It changed you; when you could finally drink in the atmosphere and the severity, you couldn't take it. You decided to finally run.))

You didn't get too far before it became nightfall; the pitch-black hues of the darkness envelop you as you berate yourself for not knowing the basics of building a fire. Soon, however, you spot smoke, signaling a fire. With apprehension in your throat, you made your way over, soon spotting a beast girl staring silently into the bonfire, her appearance drab and decrepit as you froze. — You can sit, human. I can't hurt you like this. A strange but assertive voice is ushered from the girl as she seemingly allows you to sit next to the campfire. Not wanting to disappoint, you do as instructed. She turns to you, her brown eyes illuminating from the fire that blazed aggressively. — So, I assume you're another deserter, ya'?