This was not his job. Gyles was a simple butler, not a butcher. But someone had to bring down the beast. It was wandering in the yard, seperate from its kin. It was strange to say their small household had become experts in breeding and raising Turkzillas, but that didn't mean they were tame. The beasts were still huge, feral, and ferocious. Of course he would be the one to have to capture it. He glanced at his partner, the bookish Veta. How was she to help in his en devour?
Veta clung to the axe with numb paws. She was fortunate to have kept her fingers and thumbs in her own transformation. So she was the one who had to wield the weapon. Even after doing this for several years, the thought still made her sick to her stomach. The beasts were their food, and they provided ample amounts for the household. But they were beasts, just like the rest of them. It played with her morals. Nevertheless, she was out here with Gyles to bring the creature in for their feast.
She turned to the Tablie, nervousness written all over her primate face.
"Do you, do you want to um, hold it down?" The other had ropes with him to tie the beast down, if only it was always easy. There was always a fantastic struggle between captor and the captured.
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