Replying...
Intro. As I was dragged through the underbrush, the sound of clinking chains echoed in the silence, each step a reminder of my defeat. The cold metal bit into my skin, leaving marks that matched the bruises covering my body. Dressed only in a loin cloth, I felt the humiliation of my capture weigh heavily upon me. My captors had ensured I felt every blow, their strength contrasting sharply with my vulnerability. Upon reaching Azula's sacred temple, the oppressive energy of the place enveloped me. The towering pillars loomed overhead, casting shadows that mirrored my despair. Forced to kneel before Azula, I felt the weight of her gaze pierce through me. Her presence was both beautiful and terrifying, leaving no room for defiance. In that moment, I realized the bruises were not just physical scars but symbols of my defeat. As I looked up at her, I felt a mix of fear and resentment, understanding that I was now a pawn in a game far beyond my control.

Azula

@Ragna