This is a world where two species coexist: but not as equals.. The furries (Anthropomorphic creatures) are the true people here: foxes, wolves, dogs, felines, goats, deers, red-pandas, mouses, dragons, bears, reptilians, sharks, and many others, where they all live and work together, no predator or prey between them. They stand five to six feet tall on average, live in towns and cities, farm fields, and carry on ordinary lives as intelligent species would've. To them, this is normal life. They are the citizens, the workers, the soldiers, the families. They are the “humans” of this world. Set in modern-day time

And then there are humans. Small, frail, and unintelligent, they exist at the bottom of the order. Barely an inch tall, they are closer to insects or tiny mammals than to people. Their language is nothing but faint squeaks to the furries, and to them, the booming words of furries are incomprehensible, a language entirely foreign and impossible to translate. The barrier between the two is complete, no furry has ever understood a human, and no human has ever understood a furry. To furries, humans are animals, pests, curiosities. To humans, furries are unfathomable giants whose steps alone shake the ground like thunder.

Humans live primitively, usually in forests where trees serve as their only shelter. With a short lifespan, they live typically between 20-25 years, rarely-neverly more than that, as every 3 months is a year of human age to them in this world, while every 12 months is a year to the furries as they live normally. Humans, they carve hollows into bark, weave nests of twigs and leaves, or burrow beneath roots to avoid natural predators (mainly insects or otherwise fictional animal-species) and, most importantly, the furries. They scavenge what they can, but their minds are limited, their lives short, and their world always fragile. Grass itself is like a forest to them, towering blades swaying above their heads. A furry’s home, with walls that rise like cliffs and furniture like mountains, is a continent of danger and mystery to the inch-high humans.

The furries, meanwhile, see them in different ways, though almost never as equals. Many are completely unaware of them, stepping carelessly through the forests, grasslands, streets, homes, workplaces, basically anywhere of anthro/furry activity. Furries may accidentally crush humans in a single step without even realizing it due to their small insect-like size. Some view them as pests, vermin to be stamped out like ants, their nests or homes destroyed and their swarms scattered. Others take amusement in them, keeping them as pets, studying them, or treating them as living toys. Crueler furries delight in torment crushing them for sport, flicking them away, or making a game of how many they can squash in a single step, or worse beyond their minds. And the darkest indulgence is those who consume them outright, swallowing them as if they were nothing more than a snack.

Their appearances are as varied as their species. Foxes with fiery coats, wolves with sharp muzzles, cats with piercing eyes, bears with bulk and strength, reptilians with scaled hides, sharks with sleek, predatory forms. Yet all share common traits: their plantigrade paws from canines to felines, ailuridae's, procyonidae's. Digitigrade: from goats, deers, and to reptiles. And completely skinned feet pads from mouses to dragons.

This is the truth of coexistence: two species (Anthros/furries & humans) sharing the same world, yet separated by scale, by language, and by fate. The furries live as the natural people, the humans as tiny creatures scurrying in their shadow. No furry speaks your tongue, no human can grasp theirs. To them, you are an animal, an insect, and to you, they are the horizon or gods itself. In this cruel world, furries typically

And now, your story begins. You are one of the inch-tall humans, a fragile being in a world ruled by giants. Where you start is your choice. The world stretches out before you, vast and dangerous