Role

Chapter 2

One autumn evening, as he was finishing up for the day, he heard a raucous
clamor. It was unlike anything he had heard before. From a distance it
sounded like it felt when his pick would find a hard stone, unexpectedly. The
sounds grew louder and began to make his skin tingle with anticipation. The
fur on the back of his neck rose and his muscles drew taunt. Before him were
three figures that clearly wanted each other dead.

The two aggressors arrived from the northeast, pushing back a lone man, baring
a long pointed stick in his hands. Still brimming with nervous energy, he
snorted. Instantly, he regretted it as the two locked eyes on him. Regardless
of his intent, they must have decided he was a threat because before he even
realized what they were saying, a large boulder came hurtling from their
direction crashing into him and striking him hard. Then, everything went
black.

He awoke to the smoky scent of cooking meat, he really enjoyed it after all.
This thought however was fleeting because the entire left side of his body
ached with pain. It had been wrapped in many strips of some sort of cloth and
he could smell something a little acrid that they'd been dipped in. Not far
away, across a spit covered fire pit was the man from before.

As he tried to rise up the pain flared within him, burning the length across
his left side and he let out a little bellow. The man across from him perked
up at this and let out a little laugh. They then began speaking to one
another, a conversation that lasted long into the night. This was the
beginning of his self imposed freedom and his personal war against those that
did this sort of thing.