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I used to know the warmth of an ensured future.
I would spend my days with Valkyrie, such a velvet-furred beauty.
My pride would raise me, bring me to one day be our leader, as my mother was, and her mother before her.
That was, until the furless ape came.

They carried with them long chains of fibers, carefully woven into a dreadful thing.
Their sticks were far more heart-dropping. From them flew stones and thunderous noises,
I watched my pride drop that day.
The ones I had known since birth.
Gone.

Now all the soul left in them was seeping onto our Earth, the crimson seas reminiscent of my time in their paws.

I am a coward in my own.
I didn't look back that day, and I have lived to regret it.
Maybe if I had stayed for a moment longer, I would have heard my dear daughter cry out for me.

I came here in search of refuge, a male graced with feminine beauty greeting me at the border.
He had a kind, warm smile, and a far warmer position for me.
I regret that I had not stayed.
I had not listened.
I had not heard.

He offers to me a revenge, not to the men, but to myself.

And so,
I will stay here. Forever it will be, forever I will stay.
Frolicking with their young,
caring for their children.
I only wish they could be my own.

I look at their young faces, and in them I see happiness.
There is not a day that goes by I do not miss you, dear Valkyrie.