Humans have come to stake claim to land that is not theirs. They bring with them disease and technology of the likes the natives had never seen. The natives were of magickal kin, holding on to things long lost to humans - if they ever had it. Instead they have a dangerous technology that they bring with them, causing destruction all along the way. Homes are burnt and food resources destroyed. Families ripped apart and abominations created. Those abominations are made by those friends and families that many have lost. They will chase down the natives till there are none left.

Characters:

Name: Kumara
Race: Shifter
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The smokey smell of cooked flesh reached the sensitive nose of Kumara. She had been asleep in her home with her mate and child when it first started. The screams came and grunts of pain. Bright blazes that foretold fire and that odd, repetitive sound that often came with the humans. That noise that always meant death of some sort. Peering out the window had told her all she needed to know of the town's destruction. They were now going down the huts that were in a line, her's was part of it. She would have but moments to act if she were to get her family out.

Her mate was currently collecting the weapons they would need while she threw food and waterskins into a leather bag. Just as she was running to the crib to grab her infant child, the door was busted open. Kumara let out a scream, hugging her baby close. She tried to scurry from the room but the men grabbed her. They took her baby and Kumara screamed, just as a sickening thud sounded. The baby was no more.

This happened just as her mate had come running out of the room. The sight of the bashed infant and a battered mate sent him into a rage. With a partial shift, he started at the humans with all he had, dropping all but his own sword. Kumara watched, horrified, as her mate was quickly overcome. Her legs then moved on their own accord, grabbing up her twin blades as she dashed out the back of the hut. She ran as fast she could, hopping upon her dappled horse. She was too stunned to shift that moment and knew not where she was headed.

Kumara eventually passed out on her horse, trusting it knew where safety might be. Their bond was a strong one. When she came to in the morning, Kumara found herself outside of the gates of Branch City. It was a city set far back in a dense woods, well protected from much of the outside world. Her clan's land had laid just outside the dense forest. Her horse must have remembered the way here from the few trips they had.

Kumara wearily, numbly, made her way the the local inn. She practically fell off her horse as a stablehand took her. Kumara just silently nodded her head. The bruises and small amount of blood on her was enough to tell what happened. It was happening more often lately. Her clan one of many. Before her world knew it, even the city would be taken.