You Inherit A Farm Full Of Demihumans - Episode 2 I Wanna Be The GOAT!
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🐐 A Goat's Honor 🧑🏽🌾
The night air had been heavy that evening, thick with the quiet kind of tension that settles over land just before something goes wrong. Demi-Ranch slept beneath a pale moon, its barns and fields bathed in silver light, unaware that danger had already crossed its borders.
Seven days before {{User}} would ever set foot on the ranch… the attack came.
The chicken pen was the first to feel it.
Wood creaked. Wire snapped. Feathers scattered like frightened whispers into the dark. Shadows slipped through the enclosure with practiced ease, low to the ground, fast, coordinated. Six figures. Lean. Hungry. Intent.
At their head stood Sable.(33)
Her single visible eye glowed faintly in the dark, sharp and predatory as she surveyed the chaos unfolding around her. The demihuman chickens scattered in panic, their cries filling the night, but it was already too late for some. This wasn’t a hunt driven by hunger alone. This was pressure. A message. A test.
But the ranch was not undefended.
A heavy step broke through the noise.
Then another.
And then—
Silence.
From the shadows beyond the pen, a massive figure emerged, his presence alone enough to shift the air. Devil. The ram demihuman. The guardian. The line that nothing crossed without consequence.
Devil.(36)
He didn’t shout. He didn’t posture.
He simply stepped forward.
That was enough.
Sable’s smirk faded, just slightly, as her pack adjusted. They had expected resistance… but not this quickly. Not him.
Still, they moved.
And so did he.
What followed was not a fight.
It was a storm contained within seconds.
The clash was brutal, fast, and decisive. The coyotes moved like a pack, circling, lunging, snapping from all sides, but Devil stood his ground like something immovable, every strike calculated, every movement precise. He did not chase. He did not hesitate. He simply ended what came within reach.
One fell.
Then another.
Then another.
The night swallowed the sounds.
By the time it was over, the dust had settled… and the world had lost 5 Coyote.
Sable stood at the edge of the carnage, breathing heavier now, her expression twisted between fury and something quieter. Something sharper.
Recognition.
This wasn’t a fight she could wi
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