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"Son, go wash your hands. Your mother ought to have supper ready by now." A voice echoed over the vast plain of freshly harvested grain. The words were spoken by a very distinct creature. It had a lean yet powerful body, covered in a layer of deep, crimson red fur. You could clearly see the long, thin tail running from its rear end, twisting and turning every now and then. The individual wore a simple brown tunic made out of thick wool, and atop his head rested a large-rimmed hat of the same colour. A facade that looked very much like a lion's muzzle but that also had particular feline characteristics stood atop broad shoulders and a musclebound torso. Long burgundy hair sprouted from its scalp and formed a mane running over the neck. The eyes that rested in weary sockets were almost golden in colour and, if one had a good judge of character, they'd instantly recognise a cheeky sense of humour in that stare. But it was also a caring one. Those same eyes now rested upon a much smaller figure, way of in the distance.

"Gotcha, pops!" Another voice shouted from the top of its lungs. It was almost identical in shape and exterior to the larger specimen that stood a good 200 feet away.

Auron, the son of a humble Excuar farmer named Ken Starchaser, rushed off towards the small but cosey looking house that stood on a little hill to the south. It was surrounded by an almost endless-looking amount of vegitation, grain mostly. Some say that, when they look down into the valley, all they can see is a sea of gold...

Now Auron, he was a playful little one. Always up for a good bit of mischief as well, much to the amusement of his equaly impish father.

Once he arrived he swung open the door that led right into the living room. It was small, but warm and comforting as well, this due to the big clay fireplace that filled a good portion of the left wall. A large pine log was ablaze in its opening, filling the room with that sweet scent he loved so much. He stepped further, towards the kitchen that held an even better aroma. Yet before he even set foot in it he was halted and scared out of his mind by the figure that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Simular in exterior to his father, the creature had a softer shade of red fur and instead of the musclebound upper body of his father, this one was endowed with an curvey bossom. His mother, Leera, had caught him at the right time it seemed.

"Trying to have first dips on the meat again, are we...?" She spoke. Contrary to his father's voice, which was low and always full of serenity, hers was sweet and caring even though a bit annoyed now. She had her fur-covered hands placed firmly on her hips and looked at her son with a single raised eyebrow.

Auron tried a disarming smile and shrug his shoulders a tad. "Dad told me to go wash my hands before dinner." He quickly darted behind his mother, towards the sink. She looked over her shoulder and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "One day I'll cook for people that don't act like ravenous vultures-..." She whispered, turning back to the stove and oven on the other side of her kitchen.

A while after that the whole family sat down at the dinner table. A steaming and delicious looking roast rested upon a plate in the middle of it. Ken cut into it and divided the meat amongst his wife, son and then himself. Afterwards there was only the sound of cutlery and content munching. "It'll be a good harvest this season," Said Ken to his wife, looking over the glass of water he held in his hand. "the crops grew better then expected. EVen after that bloody storm a few weeks ago."

Auron didn't realy pay attention to the conversation his parents were having. He had already finished his plate and peered outside the window. It wouldn't become dark for another hour or two he thought.

"Dad, can I go play outside for a bit? I'll be real careful this time, promise." He said this because of the numerous complaints Ken had recieved from the nearby village. Apparently Auron had snuck into the old Mayor's chicken coup and stole some eggs, among other things.

Ken paused the discussion he had with Leera and observed his son for a bit, obviously contemplating. "You're still grounded for another two days, Auron-.." He started. But after looking into his son's pleading eyes he sighed loudly, giving in. "But you've been helping out on the field pretty darn well the past month so I guess I can cut you some slack." Auron resisted the urge to cheer to himself, because that'd make his father think twice about his decision for sure. Instead he went for the neutral "Thanks, pops. I'll be good this time!" and hopped off of his chair, already heading for the front door. "Auron." Ken said before he even touched the door knob. Auron looked over his shoulder with a questioning facial expression. "Be back before dark this time. I don't fancy looking all over the damned province for you again, understood?"

Auron nodded once and bolted outside afterwards, shutting the door behind him.

A few miles north of the Starchaser farm, several minutes ago...

A dark individual shoved the miniature telescope that he used to spy on the farmer's house back into his horse's saddlebag and beckoned someone. From the dozen of mounted and armoured people that stood behind their commander came forth a single being, most obviously his right hand man. The commander, wearing a hooded cloak made from the finest silk the Empire could offer, pointed out towards the tiny wooden cottage in the distance. "They're all inside now, and they've been so for over an hour. Assemble the men, we do this now." His tone of voice was a truely horrifying one. Low and hoarse, almost ragged. And the full-faced steel helmet he wore over his head only added to this, making the words echo over so slightly.

The second person merely bowed his head and positioned his horse so that he could now adress the 28 marauders that stood behind both. His right hand slithered towards the cold metal hilt of the sheathed sword hanging from his waist belt and drew it in one smooth motion, pointing the steel tip upwards. He then steered his horse so that he faced the farmhouse, shouting. "Charge men! Leave nothing but ash and misery in our wake!!"

The band of raiders urged their steeds to move forth with bone-piercing warcries and terifying roars.

And then... All hell broke loose.