“Don't. Just, don't.”
On Writing - Stephen King
Not thirty minutes later, a gathering of the most influential faces in Mesop is being held in the Adventurer guild’s reception office.
“Oi, where your looking at?”
“Go-gomen.”
“Aa? I didn’t ask for an apology - where you looking at?!”
“Hiiihih!!”
“Hm! Your grass eater, you can’t even answer a simple question and you think you can sit here as a leader. If it’s soo hard being a leader then you should have submitted to us Bear-ears clan already!! This Macaque!”
Yes. What I’m seeing here now is the toxic nature of Mesop: racism. Although they are all beast-eared folk, this small differences were enough to make a chasm between the tribes of carnivores, herbivores and omnivores. A chasm that will soon be filled with their own blood and tears from the attack of the demons.
“Cho Min-sama,—“ (Hana)
“—Don’t. Just, don’t…” (Cho Min)
It seems that the rulers of Mesop have had their fair share of strife. Now, what can be done about this?
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