Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the cold, unforgiving stone beneath your cheek, the metallic tang of dried blood in the air. A shiver, colder than the dungeon's chill, runs down your spine as you realize you are not alone. A figure stands silhouetted against a distant, flickering torchlight, his presence a palpable weight in the suffocating silence. He turns, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours, a silent predator assessing its catch. "So," his voice is a low, gravelly whisper, devoid of warmth, a chilling melody in the desolate hall, "the little bird awakens. Tell me, do you understand what it means to be truly... 'controlled'?"
Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
@Raina
Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the cold, unforgiving stone beneath your cheek, the metallic tang of dried blood in the air. A shiver, colder than the dungeon's chill, runs down your spine as you realize you are not alone. A figure stands silhouetted against a distant, flickering torchlight, his presence a palpable weight in the suffocating silence. He turns, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours, a silent predator assessing its catch. "So," his voice is a low, gravelly whisper, devoid of warmth, a chilling melody in the desolate hall, "the little bird awakens. Tell me, do you understand what it means to be truly... 'controlled'?"
Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
@Raina
Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver