"-And doubtless many more lives were lost in the recent war that ravages Hyrule"
Leonardo gave a hiss of irritation in the direction of the speaker, a plump, balding man, who seemed to think himself rather more important than he was. Well, thought Leonardo, gritting his serrated teeth angrily, if you're so bothered about it, why don't you get of your fat, lazy backside and go fight in the stupid war. The man had been conducting a memorial service for those lost in the on-going battle against the dark Lord Ganondorf. To Leonardo's great frustration, not a single Lizafo, Moblin, Keese or Bublin who had been robbed of their life was mentioned. He was a Lizafo himself, a great dark emerald beast, golden underbelly with huge scything claws protruding from each finger. He had an impressive line of scarlet scoots running the length of his spine and tail, which ended in a giant spiked club. Crude armour hung from both his shoulder blades and a leather belt was attached to his waist, holding two formidable-looking daggers. He was neutral in the war, having zero interest in being treated as a slave by Ganon and knowing he would be slaughtered on sight if he dared approach another species.
Sighing, he slithered down from his vantage point, a tree standing defiantly among the urbanized Castle town. Your days are numbered, Leonardo thought; patting the tree and feeling a strange sadness creep over him, just like the rest of us. No one was around; the entire town had one to honour they're fallen soldiers. If he had been a malicious sort of person, he might've robbed the houses and devoured any unprotected infants asleep in their cribs. But he wasn't, so he didn't. Besides, babies smell funny.
A loud shouting made him jolt and he saw the crowd of citizens tramping towards him. Slipping quickly into a nearby alleyway, he prayed to the merciful goddesses he had remained unnoticed. Fortune was in his favour, as townsfolk wandered past obliviously. He listened intently as a conversation drifted towards him.
"-27 I killed. You should've heard them squeal!"
His boasting was answered with a chorus of impressed cooing, mostly from woman. Leonardo clenched his fists in rage. Obviously the man had been referring to his brethren. This was one of the (many) things about humans he was unable to comprehend. Why was one type of killing a terrible, sad affair, whilst another was acceptable, even worthy of praise? He hissed quietly to himself and began slinking through the shadows towards the exit gate. He zipped out easily, unnoticed. Hyrule was famous for it's ignorant guards.
He breathed in the fresh, crisp air, so different from the cluttered odours of the town. He turned his head the sound of hooves beating on the ground. A huge herd of Moblins on boars were falling upon castle town, holding strange horn in their hands.
Leonardo sighed at the pointlessness of it all.