One of my friends was talking about a LARP about being monsters and I had an idea. So I wrote up some kind of backstory for some kind of nonhuman post-apocalypse setting
Emergence
The first of us were bound to the shadows. We emerged into a hostile world, fearful of that which did not follow what it held true. Those who dared show our faces were hunted and driven to the corners of the world. “Monster” they called us, as we gradually learned their languages. Their towers of steel and stone, great fortresses of sulfur and flame, were forbidden to us. Their abundance was theirs alone, and they jealously guarded it.
But we were born from the unseen locations, those corners of the world where they dared not look, lest their fragile understanding fray and unravel.
And in their hubris, they did not understand themselves.
And in their hubris, they did not look inwards.
And so we were born again, from their own flesh and blood, and they again learned to fear.
And so they cried out for understanding, and those who spoke words of power spake thus:
“Fear that which you do not know, for it is the unknown that births monsters”
And those learned among them saw the error, but in their fear remained silent, lest they be branded Monster.
And in their anguish, they turned against their own, fearful of the Monsters hidden within their own ranks.
And in their fear, they turned their tools of destruction on themselves.
And their great towers of steel and stone crumbled.
And their great beasts of sulfur and flame starved.
And their anguished cries of fear fell to a whisper.
In the broken husk of a once great and jealous society, those with the understanding, the courage, or the fixity of belief to be certain of their civility, make their fearful nest, while those once pushed to the shadows now prowl the fields.
We fear not the unknown, for we were born of it.