Tale of Fable.

When Jane Isabele first brought me in, I think she thought I was normal. I remember very well, for my race has a great memory, that when I came to her door, she made sure that I was always warm, that I was never approached by that stupid dog, that none of the beast slayers that periodically came and killed creatures like me never found me. I truly think that she loved me.

That’s definitely not the case now.

You see, the minute I got bigger, much to big for her home, and I got stronger, and developed my powers, she seemed to get more and more aware of what she had done. And now she realizes that I’m not a cute, cuddly creature anymore.

Not that I ever said that Ligors were.