Children of Aiur
The bengalaas lies in the sun,
Enjoying a quick nap.
It yawns within the blazing light,
But then it hears a snap.
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A creature comes towards it,
Slithers over grass.
A creature alien to this world,
The bengalaas looks aghast.
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A jaw, a tail, pair of scythes,
Like an insect of nightmare.
The bengalaas rises and growls,
Fighting sense of fear.
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The creature comes towards it,
This alien, so large.
The bengalaas bears its fangs and pounces,
It goes on the charge.
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The alien swings its bladed arms,
It draws a flow of blood.
But the bengalaas keeps on attack,
With fury of fire, flood.
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The bengalaas, it topples it,
Sinks its fangs into its veins.
The alien lets out a screech,
But the cat shall not refrain.
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Finally, the creature's dead,
The bengalaas licks its paws.
But more aliens approach it,
Creatures bred for war.
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Smaller, but more numerous,
Monsters of the night.
The bengalaas meets their darkened gaze,
It stands ready to fight.
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For this is the world of Aiur,
This is its world, its home.
So the bengalaas enters the fray,
Knows it does not fight alone.
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For fire burns the land and sky,
The days shall be forlorn.
For the zerg have come to Aiur,
To this world has come the Swarm.