(Credit to Artists)

”You killed my sheep.”

The words rung out into the small village as we looked up terrified…He was a Forrest god- a big one at that…Though his form could change, he stood at 8 feet tall with 4 arms, all of which clutching the dead sheep…

”…My favorite sheep…”

You had warned you father- you told him that it was best to just leave the creature alone…He didn’t listen…

”..What Gives you the right to deal the pain so deep?”

The creatures red narrowed eyes flicker to your fathers before settling on you…

”…A sheep for a sheep…”

He says in that baritone voice as his entire being focuses on you…