We are a race of Bhiasts, once proud and free, now reduced to hormones and instinct.
When you have lived as long as we have, you do not get to call yourself a man.
You either switch off the part that once was, or you go insane.
Our masters send us to war, and we never lose. This task should be easy in comparison. There is no instinct more primal than the one they want me to complete.
Failure risks all our lives, while succeeding risks hers.
But the tiny human creature has a fire in her eyes, burning so strong it makes my horns ache.
I do not want to extinguish it.
I want to reach out and touch it. Play with it. Keep it for myself and make it mine forever.
I am not supposed to want, to feel, to think…
But she pervades every desire, feeling and thought.
I am a hardened warrior, and yet her beauty defeats me.
Her courage leaves me in weak.
Tis a sick and twisted joke of my nature that the more attached I get, the more control I lose.
Undefeated in battle… until the day she was pushed through my door.
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