Toxik2

You wake up in a village, a smaal and poor village, and a lot of villagers of an unknown race looks at you and say something, and you can't hear it, you just know they judge you, but one of these villagers is here, and ask you: "tauo viasso biiaelne?" an unknown language, for you, so you can't answear, but you were telling to yourself that this is not like you had more than 5solutions, and decided to live here, until you will be able to leave. you learnt their language, found a job, and your own house (a small one) adn had a happy life, everyone saw you as a great guy, and not for a monster anymore, but one day...an army of scavengers attacked the village, stole stuffs and killed villagers, some of the villagers were defending this village, and you were defending too, with the rusty dagger you carried with you everytime, it was enought to stab a lot of scavengers in their heart, but one was enought fast to hit you with a spear in the sromach, and you died.well, it was what you were expecting, before waking up after 3months in another village, a bigger one, but you are telling to yourself: "well, i should go train myself" to be ready for the incoming dangers(and for the race, it wasn't here, but i would choose half-feline, if possible)

You wake up in a village, a smaal and poor village, and a lot of villagers of an unknown race looks at you and say something, and you can't hear it, you just know they judge you, but one of these villagers is here, and ask you: "tauo viasso biiaelne?" an unknown language, for you, so you can't answear, but you were telling to yourself that this is not like you had more than 5solutions, and decided to live here, until you will be able to leave. you learnt their language, found a job, and your own house (a small one) adn had a happy life, everyone saw you as a great guy, and not for a monster anymore, but one day... an army of scavengers attacked the village, stole stuffs and killed villagers, some of the villagers were defending this village, and you were defending too, with the rusty dagger you carried with you everytime, it was enought to stab a lot of scavengers in their heart, but one was enought fast to hit you with a spear in the sromach, and you died. well, it was what you were expecting, before waking up after 3months in another village, a bigger one, but you are telling to yourself: "well, i should go train myself" to be ready for the incoming dangers (and for the race, it wasn't here, but i would choose half-feline, if possible)