Differences Yet the Same

"You call yourself one of us! Yet you dress like a gods damned pet!" A growl with a hint of laughter is heard. "And yet you remain here thinking you would be safe, No..no no That isn't how it works!" A door swung loudly smashing into the wall, before windows were even getting busted as figures jumped in through these things, sneers across this maws.
Inside a Young Zenthian stands a long coat and a rifle aimed at the intruders, these intruders, fellow zenthians were covered in what looked to be plate-mail and armor, nothing impressive, yet only effective. Their armor was a mess, crude and makeshift at times, however they served their purpose well.
"Domesticated fools like you live weak! Cowards, You cradle your crippled mate, Where you should have let them to rot! they were weak, and they were not destined to SURVIVE!"
A shot rang out, and this armored figure doubled over for a moment, snarling, the snarl became a laugh, and then, like lightning she was upon the smaller male, who couldn't get a second shot off, the rifle  was kicked from his paws, and then a gauntlet smashed him in his face ,causing him to fall. He crashed down before a dresser, where he tried to keep himself standing, Only to then take a sword strike across his torso.
"Stay Down, pet!" She snarled. "Search this building...it belongs to the Sabre Warband now....Boys!" the female smirked as she stood victoriously over the blooded male, who held a small necklace close to himself. tears welling up in his eyes.
"Make yerselves at home, Kill anyone you see, take everything back to the camp...I will take care of the Weakling."
Nasty and dark laughter came as the answer, as the robbery begun. This place was only temporary, However it was too close to the Iksamas Desert...and the Warband, the Sabres, had claimed this territory. 
"You make us look weak, dog. Look at you cradling your pathetic jewellery, You are nothing but a weakling to our race...and I will make sure your pathetic lilkliness will be eliminated!"
The male looked up, and saw a gauntlet reaching to pick him up. He was then slammed against the wall, and thrown to a bed, breaking it. HE growled in pain, blood coming from his maw as he watched the armored female approach him. He braced himself for a punch, but a armored leg kneed his gut causing him to yell in pain.
"You won't even work as a slave! Too weak willed, love is nothing but a weakness! A Distraction! A disgrace to Our kin that you loved one who couldn't fend forherself!" Another punch came, but however this time the male telegraphed it with a blindsided vase gettign smashed across her own face. Dust filling the room, it was someones' ashes, but he made sure it wasn't his dear Vayla's.
As the female reeled, he snarled and picked up another heavy object, this time it was what appeared to be a muffler that belonged to a vehicle. He smashed this across the assaulting female over and over again, before she countered with a a bullrush.
The male went down again, and now was sat upon getting punch after punch to his face. He growled in pain, and tried to block a few, it as then he was able to monkey flip her to the side, and in pain rolled to where his rifle stayed. As teh female snarled and pulled a dagger, a shot rang out, and then another...and another. The male was yellign as he fired shot after shot at her, nearly point blank.
"You will never..UNDERSTAND!" he yelled. "I can be just as ugly as you!" PING,  a clip ejected out, which he simply reloaded. The female was slumped against a wall, bleeding profusely. A bloody smirk formed as she looked up at him.
"heh...heh.t-there it is! you path...HACK...pathetic fool...you still are a weakling...I You are just...like us...a menacing...killing...machine.." she coughed as she chuckled. "..Go on....finish your great work!..." "...I will not  stoop to your level..." the male growled lowering his rifle. ".....Our level...heh...heh..." "I am not..a murderer like you and your pack of rats." He growled before slowly turning to escape through a window. However his ears flicked as a crash was heard, the female shouting as she charged at him wit ha poisoned blade. His eyes went wide and rose his rifle up and let off a shot.
There was a nasty splatter sound as the now lifeless form of the female fell to his side. He kept aiming his rifle forward as his eyes followed the zenthian's body falling. It was a headshot. His ears flattened and suddenly, he felt sick, that was then, he turned to see the others entering, they froze in shock, their leader was shot killed.
"...Killl him! He killed Sesha! KILL HIM!" they shouted as they rushed the room, they even let off a few shots of their own, wildly missing. The male ducked and side stepped a charging zenthian , He took this moment to dive out the window, as shots rang close to him.  War cries followed as he picked up his rifle, and ran south.
His feet were made for the hot desert sand, the ground was nothing to him, he was bleeding though, He had to find help before it was too late. The shouts and war cries followed him for a while, a few wild shots as well. eventually, one of their buggies had started to pursuit him, but he lost the vehicle in the narrow mountain paths. He kept running, and running, before too long, it was becoming night, and he had to rest, luckily small caves dotted the Galios Ravine. This was his shelter and his medical stop. Here he would spend a few days tending his wounds and resting.
He sat before a firepit and looked down at his dirty paws. The locket was still there and he again frowned. Slowly opening, inside to a picture of a sweet smiling zenthian face. He sat there for a few hours, simply staring at this picture. Before he slowly smiled. "....to the Consulate...yes." He nods. "Just like you wanted...a new life...Free of these savage lands, away from this killing, mauling and raping... " he sighed. "...I just wish you were here with me, Vayla. We'll finnaly be free of this hell."