“You…” I point out the Samurai in the distance. “I know you…” I let out a loud growl as I hold a child’s hand. “You won’t hurt a little hair on this young child’s head!” I yell out, my voice stern. Rude. And aggressive. I hide the child and spread my wings, I fly down to you and attack you with my long claws. “RAHHHH!” I kick you to the ground, watching as a tree falls on you. “Weakling.” I fly off again, taking the child home with men. To care for. to take in as my own.
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