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I was looking for a home. As a Skull Baron, it was hard since no one seemed to like us. Elves mistook us as demons and have us executed by the numbers after discovery. Humans considered us filth and threw us to the streets whenever we were out for a home. Griffiths were the worst, grabbing us and taking flight like we were prey. Going to considerably large heights and dropping us, but not always killing us. That was the horrible part. They made sure it was good enough height to break something, watching us wallowing in our own pain just because we didn’t belong to them. The only people that seemed to respect us as people were the Giants. Luckily the Inn I found was owned by a Giant, his name was Meldon. He was a kind fellow that allowed all kinds of people in his Inn, that was the only problem about it.
Human warriors from the far east sat at the Inn's pub and watched me with deathly stares, feeling the hatred and distaste for me. The three of them lined at the counter on stools, watching me as they stop their commotion. Elvish Priests saw me and whispered “Wild Demon” under their breath repeatedly, pointing at me. They faced me and watched my every move, probably planning my own execution later. A single Griffith saw I was here, letting out an insult and a couple of threats to me, describing the flight he’s going to take me on and the dreams I’ll have after. Meldon silenced the damn bird, asking that they all be calm. It was his Inn so he could kick them out, it was his right in this city in the edge of the world. The Griffith backed off as one of the Elvish Priests watched me with his hand to his sword, and the humans still giving judging stares.
I asked for a room from Meldon, I was tired and needed a place to stay. “Do you have the coin, my friend?” I didn’t, but he offered me to stay if I would work for a few days for him. I agreed as he gave me keys to a room with a bath bucket and soap. The humans were angry, staring at the giant and asking him “Why would you let such disgusting filth in your Inn?” The Griffith laughed as the Priests shouted “He has no soul!”
Meldon rose from his pub and said, “I accept any and all people in my inn, those who deny it will be throw out. I do not care who you are or what empire you are from, I am fearless in my actions, my friend.”
The Humans felt defeated as they groaned at the fact they must abide by his rules. The Griffith felt that if he even tried attacking me, he would be stripped of his power of flight and waited for me to leave. The Elvish Priests felt they were mighty enough to speak out and protested against the Giant’s Inn outside, calling it a harbinger of demons.
I kept to myself and grabbed the keys to my room. I felt followed and watched with hating eyes, but my home was ahead of me. I came to the room and stepped into a beautiful place I’ve not seen in years. A room with a bed and blanks, a bath and some comfort. My kind’s been thrown out, killed and even tortured and it’s been too long that we’ve been troubled without a home, traveling to find new enemies. I hate it, but this washed it away at this moment.
With all this comfort, I felt talons grab my arm and shoulder, my weight being lifted to the window. I struggled, leaving me a hard target for him, pinning me to the ground, planting my head against the carpet. He whispered in my ear things of horrible intent and actions, calling me a gift to his kind, a plaything for his people. He lifted me up again, throwing me towards the window, breaking it. My face bleeding from the glass, he tried carrying me out of it, pushing me with his talons and trying to blind me with his wings. I tried grabbing something to protect myself, but the wings were sharp, cutting the skin of my hands to the bone.
I felt hopeless, drowning myself in tears as the smile on that Griffith grew larger with every scream of pain I let out. I was going to end up like my brothers, my sisters, my family, dead on the street for no one to care for. Looked at in disgust and celebrated for my death as people pass by. The Griffith stared into my crying eyes and went to strike at my head to end me or knock me cold, but a large hand grabbed his neck and pulled back, struggling to get out of his embrace, Meldon grabbed on his wings and broke it. Snapping it in half, crunching the rest of the bone as he gripped it tighter. The Griffith cried in pain, the first I’ve ever heard. Angry, he swiped at Meldon but it didn’t do much, but leave a stone-like mark on his forearm. In protection, he swept him with his arm, knocking him to the wall.
The Griffith winded, Meldon pinned him to the wall, grabbing his neck and demanding him to leave. Frightened, he left with a limp out the door with a disfigured wing, crying like I did. Meldon saw me distraught on the floor, tears flowing down my face and blood streaming down my face and arms. He went to me and comforted me in his arms, telling me that he’ll take care of me, watch over me and have me work at his Inn. I felt at home for the first time in my life, the first I can finally say I have a family now.
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Human warriors from the far east sat at the Inn's pub and watched me with deathly stares, feeling the hatred and distaste for me. The three of them lined at the counter on stools, watching me as they stop their commotion. Elvish Priests saw me and whispered “Wild Demon” under their breath repeatedly, pointing at me. They faced me and watched my every move, probably planning my own execution later. A single Griffith saw I was here, letting out an insult and a couple of threats to me, describing the flight he’s going to take me on and the dreams I’ll have after. Meldon silenced the damn bird, asking that they all be calm. It was his Inn so he could kick them out, it was his right in this city in the edge of the world. The Griffith backed off as one of the Elvish Priests watched me with his hand to his sword, and the humans still giving judging stares.
I asked for a room from Meldon, I was tired and needed a place to stay. “Do you have the coin, my friend?” I didn’t, but he offered me to stay if I would work for a few days for him. I agreed as he gave me keys to a room with a bath bucket and soap. The humans were angry, staring at the giant and asking him “Why would you let such disgusting filth in your Inn?” The Griffith laughed as the Priests shouted “He has no soul!”
Meldon rose from his pub and said, “I accept any and all people in my inn, those who deny it will be throw out. I do not care who you are or what empire you are from, I am fearless in my actions, my friend.”
The Humans felt defeated as they groaned at the fact they must abide by his rules. The Griffith felt that if he even tried attacking me, he would be stripped of his power of flight and waited for me to leave. The Elvish Priests felt they were mighty enough to speak out and protested against the Giant’s Inn outside, calling it a harbinger of demons.
I kept to myself and grabbed the keys to my room. I felt followed and watched with hating eyes, but my home was ahead of me. I came to the room and stepped into a beautiful place I’ve not seen in years. A room with a bed and blanks, a bath and some comfort. My kind’s been thrown out, killed and even tortured and it’s been too long that we’ve been troubled without a home, traveling to find new enemies. I hate it, but this washed it away at this moment.
With all this comfort, I felt talons grab my arm and shoulder, my weight being lifted to the window. I struggled, leaving me a hard target for him, pinning me to the ground, planting my head against the carpet. He whispered in my ear things of horrible intent and actions, calling me a gift to his kind, a plaything for his people. He lifted me up again, throwing me towards the window, breaking it. My face bleeding from the glass, he tried carrying me out of it, pushing me with his talons and trying to blind me with his wings. I tried grabbing something to protect myself, but the wings were sharp, cutting the skin of my hands to the bone.
I felt hopeless, drowning myself in tears as the smile on that Griffith grew larger with every scream of pain I let out. I was going to end up like my brothers, my sisters, my family, dead on the street for no one to care for. Looked at in disgust and celebrated for my death as people pass by. The Griffith stared into my crying eyes and went to strike at my head to end me or knock me cold, but a large hand grabbed his neck and pulled back, struggling to get out of his embrace, Meldon grabbed on his wings and broke it. Snapping it in half, crunching the rest of the bone as he gripped it tighter. The Griffith cried in pain, the first I’ve ever heard. Angry, he swiped at Meldon but it didn’t do much, but leave a stone-like mark on his forearm. In protection, he swept him with his arm, knocking him to the wall.
The Griffith winded, Meldon pinned him to the wall, grabbing his neck and demanding him to leave. Frightened, he left with a limp out the door with a disfigured wing, crying like I did. Meldon saw me distraught on the floor, tears flowing down my face and blood streaming down my face and arms. He went to me and comforted me in his arms, telling me that he’ll take care of me, watch over me and have me work at his Inn. I felt at home for the first time in my life, the first I can finally say I have a family now.
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