In the nation of Eroth, there were two well-established nations known to the world. There were of course others along the eastern shores of the nation, but they stood nowhere near as large as the Reisig Slave-Kingdom and the Monster Tribes. In this land, Reisig had saw fit to forcing monsters and mostly-morphed people into the northern straits of the continent. There, they live in tribes and try their best to survive in the dangerous woods, fields, and deserts. The Reisig had long punished the more human of them with slavery, keeping them as exotic maids, laborers, and just about everything else. The Church of Eroth, celebrating the God of Purity in the most direct and heinous of methods, had long ensured that anyone with even a grandparent of significant properties was incapable of rising to anything more than a common peasant. Monsters and humans alike knew this to be law for a long time...
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The snort of a horse could be felt upon Ash's face, the gnoll's hiding spot within a ranch's barn having been found out by the creature. A stallion of black fur, it would be recognized by anyone of the modern and organized nations as one of the infamous Reisig Chargers. Unlike the other nations that favored magical technology, Reisig was well-known for the quality of their soldiers and their steeds. Be it their rangers that tracked the monster tribe-leaders or the Huma-Guard that protected the King, there were fewer things more intimidating than a Reisig elite. But this horse, despite its breeding, was likely too old to be taken into battle adorned in armor. It nosed the human-faced monstergirl curiously, the sunlight drifting in through the cracks in the walls making it clear she had got away with staying another night within a human establishment. That is, until a voice spoke out from atop the horse, her senses wakening with her enough to feel the bindings of ropes.
"I hadn't considered a gnoll would show up in our barn... you're a cute one, aren't you?"
The sight of a man came into view with the groan of the horse's cot opening fully as he strode in. Ash was still clothed, but her gear was against the stall's wall... which vanished as the man lowered in a squat to come more easily into view. He probably stood at her height or taller, the man appearing to be reaching the end of being a young adult. Black hair was kept long enough to just barely hang before his face and from the back of his head. He'd set his green eyes on the gnoll and put on a small smirk, his pale-skinned frame like that of a seasoned soldier. Despite the strong frame, it was clear that he had grown through hardship and the life of working on a ranch rather than being born with such a frame. Even though he wore just an orange shirt and brown burlap pants, it was very likely that he had been one of the feared "soldiers" that hunted her kind. Made more so believable by the marking of a monster's claw scarring above and around his right eye, wrapping down as if a catgirl, gnoll, or some other clawed predator had tried to grab his face.
"I used to know someone who'd have fucked you with your face against the wall and the horse watching. Thankfully, that guy isn't around anymore and I was out riding... now... who are you, girl? Why did I find you sleeping in my barn?"
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The snort of a horse could be felt upon Ash's face, the gnoll's hiding spot within a ranch's barn having been found out by the creature. A stallion of black fur, it would be recognized by anyone of the modern and organized nations as one of the infamous Reisig Chargers. Unlike the other nations that favored magical technology, Reisig was well-known for the quality of their soldiers and their steeds. Be it their rangers that tracked the monster tribe-leaders or the Huma-Guard that protected the King, there were fewer things more intimidating than a Reisig elite. But this horse, despite its breeding, was likely too old to be taken into battle adorned in armor. It nosed the human-faced monstergirl curiously, the sunlight drifting in through the cracks in the walls making it clear she had got away with staying another night within a human establishment. That is, until a voice spoke out from atop the horse, her senses wakening with her enough to feel the bindings of ropes.
"I hadn't considered a gnoll would show up in our barn... you're a cute one, aren't you?"
The sight of a man came into view with the groan of the horse's cot opening fully as he strode in. Ash was still clothed, but her gear was against the stall's wall... which vanished as the man lowered in a squat to come more easily into view. He probably stood at her height or taller, the man appearing to be reaching the end of being a young adult. Black hair was kept long enough to just barely hang before his face and from the back of his head. He'd set his green eyes on the gnoll and put on a small smirk, his pale-skinned frame like that of a seasoned soldier. Despite the strong frame, it was clear that he had grown through hardship and the life of working on a ranch rather than being born with such a frame. Even though he wore just an orange shirt and brown burlap pants, it was very likely that he had been one of the feared "soldiers" that hunted her kind. Made more so believable by the marking of a monster's claw scarring above and around his right eye, wrapping down as if a catgirl, gnoll, or some other clawed predator had tried to grab his face.
"I used to know someone who'd have fucked you with your face against the wall and the horse watching. Thankfully, that guy isn't around anymore and I was out riding... now... who are you, girl? Why did I find you sleeping in my barn?"