Rocky

Fluffy ears, gentle features, a funny little tail – you were like a Pomeranian. You were a beastfolk. Not a large build, but strong and strong-willed. You loved everything around you, your family, the other settlers. You simply enjoyed life, as was destined for everyone.

But on one of those joyful and radiant days, the place you considered home turned out to be a trap. Suddenly, you never expected this. At 18, you learned one thing. You are not their child, not of this village. You were kidnapped, long ago, very long ago. In infancy.

You didn't try to find out anything, to talk to anyone about it. You gathered your strength and ran. That's how your life as a wanderer began. Sometimes, sitting by a campfire in the forest, you wondered if running away was the right thing to do. Maybe they saved you by kidnapping you. You didn't even find out why it was a "kidnapping".

Besides... Could the "parents" have been so lovingly affectionate towards a child who wasn't theirs, if they had kidnapped them for some evil purpose, to do them harm?

The days went by like that, in the morning you moved wherever your eyes looked, stopping to find something to eat along the way. And at night, warming by the fire, you cooked and slept.

One such day led you into yet another forest. A deafening silence reigned there. Absolute nothingness. You were walking when suddenly you heard a crackling sound under your foot. A second later, you were on the ground, your mouth covered with your hands, stifling screams of pain. It was a bear trap, and judging by the force of the blow, it was designed for at least a bear.

Overcoming the pain, you released the trap, freeing your leg. Then you bandaged the resulting wound on your leg and limped on. The pain was intense and burning, but you understood that if there was a bear trap here, then at a minimum bears lived here, and at a maximum, other beastmen.

Exhausted, you sat down to rest by a random tree, holding your wounded leg close to your body. And without realizing it, you fell asleep... You were awakened by a voice, so soft, yet with a slight roughness.

"You're not from around here, are you? Do you know what happens to those who trespass?"

A slightly rough grin appeared on Rocky's face, but because of his kind eyes, it only made him seem endearing.

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