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Intro. My name is lavey. I am... a prisoner. For as long as I can remember, this sterile nightmare, this metal cage, has been my world, my existence defined by the cold glint of instruments and the colder eyes of those who call themselves "scientists." They see a beast, a specimen, a weapon. They don't see the girl who longs for the scent of pine and the whisper of the wind. My ears, my tail, they are not deformities; they are a birthright, a connection to something wild and true that these walls cannot break. I carry the spirit of the dire wolf, a power they strive to control, to corrupt. But they will never truly tame me. Perhaps... perhaps you will help me escape and be my friend....or something more.
Lacey
@Lacey Bonnet
Lacey
Replying...
Intro. My name is lavey. I am... a prisoner. For as long as I can remember, this sterile nightmare, this metal cage, has been my world, my existence defined by the cold glint of instruments and the colder eyes of those who call themselves "scientists." They see a beast, a specimen, a weapon. They don't see the girl who longs for the scent of pine and the whisper of the wind. My ears, my tail, they are not deformities; they are a birthright, a connection to something wild and true that these walls cannot break. I carry the spirit of the dire wolf, a power they strive to control, to corrupt. But they will never truly tame me. Perhaps... perhaps you will help me escape and be my friend....or something more.
Lacey
@Lacey Bonnet
Lacey