fantasy
Tenebrae

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You run on two legs, when you could fight.
You don't have claws, so I show you how to use the dagger, your clumsy.
I show you how to decapitate, but you sigh shaking your head scolding me to bury it outside.
You whisper so softly when you could hiss to get your point across.
I show you how to see in the darkness, but your eyes squint and then you need the blasted light.
In a family of corruption, of darkness, in many generations, you stand out as the opposite of them.
Funny, but it makes it hard to teach you.