"Hood down! Hood down!" One of them yells.
"Are you a mongrel or are you a human? Huh!?"
"Are you like us or are you a pair of future slaves? Heheh…"
The crowd starts shouting questions and insults towards the defensive woman and her daughter. It is obvious to most crowd members that she's a demihuman, but they still ask questions about her race in an insulting manner. They are trying to provoke her into some sort of fearful, pathetic or even angry response.
Making the mother and her daughter angry, violent or even belligerent just proved to the humans here that they were of the inferior races, slaves to their instincts and emotions. Of course, these humans were no different, they merely had a mythology to justify their superiority as humans of the other races.
The mother and daughter walk swiftly without answering any of the provocations. They get far through the crowd while facing the yelling, angry and scornful humans trying to slow them down. Three human supremacists in the crowd try to reach for their hoods to forcibly pull them down and reveal their demihuman ears.
The mother dodges while pulling her daughter closer to her to escape the outstretched arms of the crowd. The child wants to cry, but she doesn’t want to burden her mother in this situation by breaking down in tears. They just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
The middle-aged woman wants to scream in anger at the frenzied humans around her, demanding that they not touch her or her daughter. But, she cannot do that without facing a sharp reprisal.
These people are far more bestial than either of us…
She grits her teeth. She wouldn't even be leaving her home today if she didn't have something important to do. Her father is on his deathbed and she wants to bring her daughter to spend the evening with him for the last time. She wanted her daughter to see him off to the afterlife so he would not have any regrets. Why did she have to face all this today of all days?
The crowd slowly starts to thin out as the beastkin woman and her daughter get much closer to where the sidestreet exits to the main road. She feels like they both are free and clear of this mess, but then…
Someone sticks their leg out and trips her daughter. Neither of them were expecting it; the daughter falls to her knees, but her mother stops her from face planting. Her arm twists in an odd way as her mother tries pulling her up. She clutches her shoulder in pain. Her mother stops to check if she is alright. Her daughter confirms.
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However, this forced the two of them to stop for a couple seconds. While they’re distracted, someone pulls down the middle aged woman’s hood. The crowd immediately erupts into taunting laughter.
"It's one of the mongrels!" One of the human supremacists shouts while the rest of the crowd laughs and jeers at both mother and daughter, supposedly for being part of an inferior race. The woman tries to pull her hood back up in fear when another person spits at her right in her face.
At that moment, she feels a deep humiliation. Her family is of the mind that being spit on by someone is the highest sign of dishonor towards a person. She had also taught her daughter such was the case, a fact as natural as the sky above them or the red moon in the sky. She had said that even if a human is doing it, you must never allow another to spit on your face.
Many people on Earth would not accept such a dishonor either. The woman’s jaw clenches in absolute frustration.
Her daughter looks at her and starts to cry. She doesn’t know what to do when seeing that face. For now, she has to move forward. She cannot demand satisfaction or fight back in a situation like this, otherwise her daughter would be caught in the crossfire. She can bear this for now, for her daughter, they both just have to get to–
Someone spits at her daughter as well, a laughing, black-haired human. The mother turns her head to see the man looking at the both of them with a scornful expression on his face, a wide, smug, shit-eating grin. The mother stops still for just a moment as the rest of the world falls away.
The other screaming humans disappear. All that remains is her daughter and this laughing bastard in front of her. She starts to feel only a white hot rage in her belly.
She's not a violent person by nature, but… she was not expecting for her daughter to be humiliated today. The black-haired human is right in front of her face. She clenches her fist.
The beastkin mother loses all reason, as if her instincts as a parent were kicked into overdrive. Her muscles lose their limiters as the adrenaline courses through her veins. Most people cannot use the full potential of their muscles, except in extreme situations. It seems like her mind considers this situation qualifies as one of those.
Enough people have humiliated her already. She's felt the iron grip of humanity on herself and her race her entire life. She never wanted her daughter to face the same thing. Never.
She leaps towards the man who spit at her daughter.
She pushes the man to the ground and straddles him while holding his head in both hands. She pushes her thumbs into the man's eyes, and bashes the man's head into the ground three times.
An ear splitting scream fills the air as the man's skull cracks and his eyes start bleeding.
The people near the black haired man stand in shock as she tries to get a fourth bash in. However, before she can continue and finish the job, she is grabbed by three people. One of them grabs her left arm, another grabs her right and the third one places his arm around her neck.
The daughter starts screaming for them to let go of her mom. However, her screams cannot be heard over the shouts of rage coming from the audience.