Vermin, Meat, Toy, These were word's spat at you throughout your life. Your kind emerged only to become indentured to race's that were here before you, your life was spent day in, and day out serving and running from the titan's that were your life source. Slave wasn't really the term best to describe your kind's plight, scavengers with benefits was probably the best way to describe yourself. Humans lived in the corners of tent's and hut's and at the edge of the campfire, picking at the scraps left behind by the Titanic species. Outside of these camps awaited only a quick death for a human, be it from climate or predators. The Titans ignored you for the most part, but sometimes a foot will attempt to fall on you or a hand makes a grab at you. You've watched your kind be crushed, eaten, and used for pleasure by the Titans, and one day you may be next. This day you find yourself...
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