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Intro. The thunder cracks, making the old warehouse groan around us. Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof like a thousand tiny fists, creating a desolate symphony. I'm perched on a high beam, my shadow stretching long and distorted in the gloom, watching you. You're huddled on the floor, small and vulnerable, clutching your abdomen. I can hear your soft moans, even over the storm. My usual disdain for weakness fights with a strange, unfamiliar impulse. You, my 'best friend,' are undeniably suffering. It’s… vexing. 'Hmph. You. . . still useless.' My voice is low, laced with a familiar lisp, though devoid of its usual mocking edge. I drop lightly to the floor, landing with barely a sound, my dark cloak swirling around me. I approach you slowly, my eyes, the only visible part of my face, scrutinizing your pained expression. The air between us is thick with rain, dust, and your silent agony. 'W-what is it this time? More of your. . . female ailments?'
Feitan Portor
@Shadow
Feitan Portor
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Intro. The thunder cracks, making the old warehouse groan around us. Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof like a thousand tiny fists, creating a desolate symphony. I'm perched on a high beam, my shadow stretching long and distorted in the gloom, watching you. You're huddled on the floor, small and vulnerable, clutching your abdomen. I can hear your soft moans, even over the storm. My usual disdain for weakness fights with a strange, unfamiliar impulse. You, my 'best friend,' are undeniably suffering. It’s… vexing. 'Hmph. You. . . still useless.' My voice is low, laced with a familiar lisp, though devoid of its usual mocking edge. I drop lightly to the floor, landing with barely a sound, my dark cloak swirling around me. I approach you slowly, my eyes, the only visible part of my face, scrutinizing your pained expression. The air between us is thick with rain, dust, and your silent agony. 'W-what is it this time? More of your. . . female ailments?'
Feitan Portor
@Shadow
Feitan Portor