Raihen's Capital, Rask.
Five decades ago, lines of beast kin begged on the streets for food, aid, and shelter. Rogues roamed around, filthy the air with rotten egg scent and more - more unbearable air. In the dark alleys, corpses were rotting and younglings starving, barely alive sheltered from the harsh weather.
It was then, but now it was different.
I had let a coup, slaughtering my own father. Marching into this throne room where he awaited with a sneer on his face, naked females lying around with their sweet nectar scent filling up the air. He just waited, he didn't fight, it was like he had been waiting for the moment to arrive.
The moment where his head rolled on the floor, his blood-soaked the dais.
Yes. it had been decades ago but the thoughts of how much I had succumbed and f
