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As far as history books told, Owlans and Humans never got along.
There were different tales told about the ancient creature. They have existed since the time of human beings, perhaps even longer. All tales were equally interesting; one that told they were evil creatures evolved from human beings themselves— their hatred and greediness overcoming who they are, and so they grow unsightly wings, filthy long claws at both their hands and feet. Or one that told it was a curse— humans turned into no longer sane creatures due to the many sins they have made, believing it was a punishment from God itself.
Many kinds of ludicrous stories have circled throughout history, and no one really knew the truth.
Perhaps they were only another creature living on the same planet, trying to make a peaceful living with what they can do. Though of course, humans never considered this as a possibility; harshly, immediately regarding the creatures as taboo, and violently cutting off wings in their sight at once. They sold them off to markets, atrocious individuals kept them adorned on their walls, earned a fortune with them.
It was indeed fascinating how humans were capable of doing such acts, as well. Owlan features were exactly the carbon-copy of a human beings’— just with the additional sharp claws and owl-like wings, captivating hair colours that matched the shade of their feathers.
Humans were cruel beings, and Owlans turned just as vicious at the end of the day.
Revenge for the injustice death of their ancestors, there had been many records of Owlan armies making mass killings in various villages. Blood splattered on ground everywhere, awful stench of smell filling up the entirety of the town; people found dead on the floor, gruesome claw marks seen around the necks and chest— some would even brutally claw the heart of a human out.
Both had killed innocents. Both were rightfully wronged.
And the endless cycle of hatred repeated.