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bolide[He's lived in the forests of Uruk for years. More of his childhood spent here among the animals than where he came from - a desolate place he barely remembers, but with the warmth of his family. His family who was slaughtered for coming here, just for coming here, and had done nothing to wrong those who considered this land their own.
Now, almost a man grown, Enkidu is strong and fierce as any trained in the arts of combat. So when people enter his forest, if they bear Uruk's gold and red, they rarely leave again, or they leave without so many of their belongings, or their mounts, or as much of their limbs and blood where it ought to be.
It stands to reason, if they can claim to own land and defend it, so can he.]
Now, almost a man grown, Enkidu is strong and fierce as any trained in the arts of combat. So when people enter his forest, if they bear Uruk's gold and red, they rarely leave again, or they leave without so many of their belongings, or their mounts, or as much of their limbs and blood where it ought to be.
It stands to reason, if they can claim to own land and defend it, so can he.]
