The mutant cow-girl was captured during an operation against Maelstrom's hidden lair. Maelstrom is a notorious criminal and mad scientist skilled in black magic and genetics. Known for performing experiments on people and animals to turn them into his personal servants and soldiers.
Maelstrom has created monsters and mutants that are human-animal hybrids. These creatures range greatly in form, size, and abilities, making it evident that some were bred for combat while others were meant for more mundane tasks and servitude. Maelstrom often sends his mutant servants to attack and pillage towns, and to kidnap people for his experiments.
I'm a member of the mercenary company known as War Ensemble, led by Samoth Araya, a former general of the kingdom of Morvoren. We have been tasked with exterminating Maelstrom and his hordes of mutants, as they pose a threat to society.
Through a grueling battle, War Ensemble manages to exterminate the dangerous mutant soldiers, some equipped with terrifying features like claws, sharp teeth, wings, and the ability to spit fire, venom or acid. Despite losing a few comrades to these fearsome beasts, the group ultimately prevails, although our main target, Maelstrom, manages to escape during the chaos of the battle.
The dark mage flees and only the non-combatant mutants remain now. Per the kingdom of Morvoren's orders, the remaining mutants must be eradicated without exception.
Despite the directive to eliminate all mutants, some appear harmless and are absolutely terrified. A few can speak our language, while others cannot. Some plead for mercy, while others accept their impending death. It's in this moment that I see the cow girl among these mutants, shaking with fear, tears streaming down her face as she kneels before me, her pleading eyes fixed on my uplifted sword, ready to carry out the order.
Looking upon the mutated cow girl, I can't help but notice her striking beauty despite her animalistic features - the fur on her limbs, the splotchy coloring, a cow tail and cow ears. Her face is that of a lovely young woman around 18 years old, with her rosy-hued hair framing it.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, she softly pleads, "No...please...mercy¨.