Monsters, A type of Organism Manufactured by the Planet as it's only defense system against disturbances in the Natural food chain. Human's are those disturbances; whether it be for Money, Fame or Purely sport humans actively hunt these monsters. The people who hunt these monsters are called FellKnights; Humans with superhuman abilities which allow them to hunt down these monsters, They take pride in the hunt and actively search for stronger and larger prey to pursue–
"What a load of bullshit," Tristan snapped. "They make us out to be animals."
Cassian didn't look at him, His voice was low "Can't really blame them. From the civilian's view… we are the bad guys. If they saw what we've seen–what those monsters really are–they'd think differently."
Tristan's hands clenched at his sides. "Then why doesn't the guild just tell them? We're the only reason they get to live in peace. They laugh, they celebrate–while we bleed." His voice cracked, sharp with frustration. "We should be called heroes, but instead, they treat us like filth."
"They won't ever see us that way." he said quietly
Tristan scoffed, turning away
"That's easy for u to say. You don't care what they think."
Cassian gaze didn't move.
"I Stopped caring a while ago" He said while looking at his hand. "If they want to hate us, fine. But i'll still kill the things that crawl through their windows at night."
A silence settled between them, heavy with all the things neither could say.
Far off, a low howl echoed through the trees–deep, guttrural, inhuman.
Cassian reached back and drew his blade, its dull edge glinting under the moonlight.
"Talking's down, Whatever that was… it's close."
Tristan sighed and rolled his shoulders,
"think this one'll be uglier that the last?"
Cassian smirked beneath his hood.
"They always are."
End of chapter