Humans. Weak-willed and mindless conquerors. A species of people who, when discovering a new world, take what they want, uncaring of who the precious world belonged to from the beginning. Humans bring upon destruction of other societies, whether it be another species or one of their own. Humans know no boundary; always trying to stretch them far and wide, until eventually, nothing but destruction is left behind. Then, they move on to conquer and destroy newly found worlds. One such world, home to many species of people, has become a target for humans that travel from Planet to Planet in search of atmospheres capable of sustaining life. They found this world to be richly soiled, mostly covered with rainforests giving life to tall trees with massive leaves providing shade for it's inhabitants. Mountain ranges, also covered with the rainforests, provided shelter for the people as well. Seeing the rich abundance of the planet, these human wanderers set up camp and soon find remarkable creatures that have named this world, Vuala.<br/><br/>Deep within one mountain range of Vuala, a kingdom lay in ruins, a previous battle still fresh in the air. Smoke billowed forth from small fires, ash and soot everywhere. Piles of wood that used to be homes to many, covered the ground, making it nearly impossible to tread through the valley. Set deep within the mountain, was a palace carved from the very stone of the mountain, but it, too lay in ruins. The walls crumbled still, causing rock-slides to fall upon the already defeated kingdom below. Standing within the ruins, a cloaked figure stood gazing down at the destruction, silently watching as a handful of other cloaked forms dug around for any left over dead bodies needing a proper burial. Over to one side, where the forest met the stairs leading to the palace, were rows upon rows of fallen people. People who died defending their home. When one looked closer to these fallen people, they would find a sight quite impossible to believe. These people had the face of a human, body structures of a human, but yet they were not. Fur lined their bodies, each with their unique pattern. When examining closely, a person would find cat-like ears atop their heads and a tail lying motionless beside them. These people called themselves anthropomorphics: animals with human-like characteristics.<br/><br/>The cloaked form standing alone, turned in the direction of the fallen, before approaching the one closest. It glanced down at the face of a tiger, but it's features were very human-like. His nose was straight, his chin strong, and full lips pulled back as if frowning. The brows were relaxed, though. He may have looked peaceful, but the way he was brutally murdered would be impossible for him to rest in peace. A sigh escaped from within the cloak, as a hand, furred with stripes, touched a fingertip to the crown clasped together in the male's hands. He was the fallen king of the ruined kingdom. Beside him, lay his beautiful tigress queen, and two sons. The cloaked one stepped away then and turned, calling out to it's companions, it's voice rather feminine.<br/>"We are finished here. Let us burn the bodies and be done with it. I cannot stand to be here a moment longer." They nodded in response, and did as commanded. Hours later, the small group sat  within the mouth of a cave many miles away from the kingdom. Two had left to scout the area, but returned shortly with news for their leader.<br/>"Your Highness, we have found something very peculiar lying not very far from here. Care to come and take a look?" She nodded and stood, following them to an open meadow where a lump of something strangely resembling human lay. Upon closer examination, they found multiple wounds caused by bullets, objects shot from a weapon the humans used, and cuts on his feet that were most likely from running without shoes. But, one small thing confused the little group: the human had fur, very light fur covering him from head to toe.<br/>"What are we to do with him, Your Highness? I say, we leave him to rot here and die." Holding up a hand, cat-like eyes glared at the one speaking.<br/>"No. We are not savages. We will take him to the cave, mend his wounds, then set about torturing the man for information. He has-- a most interesting smell about him and I have many questions to ask this-- creature." Sighing, the followers simply didn't argue and followed their leader's orders, once again and took the male human to their cave where he is wounds were patched up and taken care.<br/>"Now, we will wait until he awakens."