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Out of Isolation: Tales of the Wanderers
For three days I hunted, harassed, and slaughtered the band of men that had ransacked my home. While my brothers and sisters flew west to seek refuge in the high Vorminthian Mountains, I chased the red and silver banners South towards the empire of men. Visions of my wing mates being slaughtered or enslaved echoed through my mind as I tore through their armor and gutted their steeds. For three straight days I did not rest, and ate only what bits of man flesh and horse flesh passed through my gnashing jaws, and I made sure they had no time for rest either. I intended to wear them down. These vermin who had snuck into our nests and murdered my kin did not deserve mercy, nor the honor and glory of a proper battle. They would die weak and exhausted, too malnourished to make even a proper meal for the most desperate of scavenging beasts.
By Javert Boudreau3 years ago in Fiction
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