It’s… it’s been fifteen years since the armored seaponies were born and. Oh Creator.
I’ve been forced to secretly order the killing of all armored seaponies, every adolescent or child. And that any child that is born is to be immediately euthanised.
The armored seaponies grew up normally, they acted normally, they seemed like any other children… different, but like any other children.
That is… until they reach adulthood. Then they…
The thing is...the armored seaponies desire to eat sapient flesh. We eat meat from time to time, including fish, sea urchins and other shellfish, but we’ve never needed to eat sapients.
However, when the armored seaponies grow up, they gain a yearning for sapient flesh. They do their best to resist it, but their urges of hunger drive them to try to gnaw on and bite the nearest sapient.
Several parents have already died.
Just… damn it all. At this point, it would be kinder to have every single one of the armored seaponies killed at birth and never let them grow to have to deal with this monstrosity. The decision… it was not easy making it, but the alternative was so much worse that well… I’ve… made arrangements for towns to bring forth their children for euthanization.
Why? Why are these babies being born like this? This… this is crazy! I mean… is it even possible that they are so different? I mean, I’ve seen some strange adaptations ocean creatures have done throughout my centuries.
But then again… we do live in a world where things can shift, and change incredibly rapidly.