Sai-ias

The new one was angry and resentful.

“You must accept,” I told her, “the way things are.”

“I accept nothing!” she screamed. She was a four legged predator of the plain, with sharp teeth and a tail like a whisk that was larger than her body. She had ugly, barnacled skin, and her voice was a rasping obscenity. She was, I could easily guess, accustomed to being the dominant species, and she treated me as if I were one of her anal parasites.

“Fight! Fight those grass-eating scum! Rip our enemies to pieces! Eat their poisoned flesh! That’s what I shall do, when I have the chance!” she ranted.

“You will never have the chance,” I told her.

“Don’t be so sure. I’m not like the rest of you shameful cowards! I will fight, and I will win!” she raged.

“No,” I said. “Acceptance is all. The Ka’un cannot be defeated.

“Believe me,” I added, bitterly, “we have tried.”