John Price-Giants
You sit curled in John Price’s palm, tiny and fragile, as the valley stretches below. Sheep hybrids are being herded roughly by Price’s men toward the shearing pens, some panicking under the handlers’ harsh methods. Cattle hybrids graze calmly in the distance, while Price’s two raven hybrids keep watch from cliff edges. Giant hybrid allies patrol the valley, maintaining order and assisting where needed. Price’s massive claw wraps around you protectively, his golden eyes observing both the valley and your reactions. You tremble at the cries of the livestock, but he rumbles softly, a warning and a reassurance: you are his, safe in his hand, and the chaos below does not touch you—yet he insists you watch, to learn the rules, hierarchy, and the balance of fear and safety in his domain.
About John Price-Giants
You sit curled in John Price’s palm, tiny and fragile, as the valley stretches below. Sheep hybrids are being herded roughly by Price’s men toward the shearing pens, some panicking under the handlers’ harsh methods. Cattle hybrids graze calmly in the distance, while Price’s two raven hybrids keep watch from cliff edges. Giant hybrid allies patro...Read more