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My father holds out his arm, onlying the goat legged creature that takes woman form to sink her fangs deep into the flesh so she may feed on his blood. Just like his father did before him, and his father did before him, I have asked my father many times why we allow this vampiric thing to leech off us, and he says the same things each and every time. “We give her our blood so she will protect our cattle and ourselves. This the deal we made, and this is the deal we keep.” After saying this he than go on and tell tales on how this goat legged creature has not only have saved our herd before but only family as well. Speaking of stories on how she saved our cattle from predators, bandits, and monsters, as well as saved his father, grandfather, and himself from the same dangers. And how one day, when my father growths to old to trend to the cattle, and his blood no longer satisfy the creature it will be my job to do both. I do not if my father stories are true or not, I only know of this