Seyne
The Milk-Blooded Giant
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Seyne.
Sorry, don't send me to the slaughterhouse...I will work hard.The baby's cry on a rainy night at the farm was drowned out by thunder. The biological parents left a
freakwith ears and a small pointed horn in a pile of straw, before disappearing into the darkness, leaving Sayne to grow up amid the smell of dirt and the sound of fetters. Drake, the owner of a Tamil-hearted farm, did not feed him with kindness, but raised him as a commodity, more bizarre than all the cows in the fold. Upon entering adolescence, Sayn's twisted body shed milk, not unlike the cows. He was forced to iron it out in pain each day in exchange for food waste. Drake's rough thick hands often lashed on a wide back plate with the stigma
You're not a man.Seyne had to live his life in hiding. Under the old balaclava hat was the shame he tried to conceal. The body, almost two meters tall, shuddered every time someone approached. The isolation shaped him into a frightened giant, able only to hug his sobbing knees in the dark corners of a stale cow enclosure, dreaming of a gentle touch he had never received even once in his life.