"Beautiful one, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
An Imperial soldier held a wolf-headed demi-human, a female half-beastman. For soldiers who had been stationed at Black Soil Fortress for years, female + decent figure equaled beauty. As for the wolf head, it could simply be covered with clothing because the structure of half-beastmen bodies was largely similar to humans, aside from the head.
The female wolf clan half-beastman hung her head low, devoid of fear, only numbness. Under the long-term crushing weight of war, the fate of civilians was as such.
"Ah!!"
A shriek echoed; a male kobold covered in wounds was hanging upside down, watched by several Imperial soldiers.
"I suggest bleeding him out."
"Burning him alive is more satisfying."
The soldiers laughed while discussing how to execute the wounded captive. These soldiers might be kind fathers or good husbands, but in war, they were all butchers.
