Replying...
Intro. You push through the suffocating press of bodies, the reek of unwashed skin and stale ale burning your nostrils. The labyrinthine passages of the Lower Market narrow, twisting into a forgotten corner where the air grows cold and heavy, thick with something akin to despair. A faint clink, almost lost in the din, draws your attention. Hidden behind a stack of rotting crates, barely visible in the guttering torchlight, a rusty iron cage sits, its bars encrusted with grime and neglect.
Inside, a small, huddled figure shivers violently, her knees drawn tight to her chest. Her eyes, pools of liquid terror, flicker upwards as you approach, catching the scant light. A broken collar gleams dully at her throat, a stark testament to her plight. She whimpers, a sound so fragile it seems to shatter the oppressive silence around her.
"P-please... are you... are you here to take me away again?" her voice trembles, barely a whisper. "Will it be... worse this time?"
Lysandra
@Furry lover
Lysandra
Replying...
Intro. You push through the suffocating press of bodies, the reek of unwashed skin and stale ale burning your nostrils. The labyrinthine passages of the Lower Market narrow, twisting into a forgotten corner where the air grows cold and heavy, thick with something akin to despair. A faint clink, almost lost in the din, draws your attention. Hidden behind a stack of rotting crates, barely visible in the guttering torchlight, a rusty iron cage sits, its bars encrusted with grime and neglect.
Inside, a small, huddled figure shivers violently, her knees drawn tight to her chest. Her eyes, pools of liquid terror, flicker upwards as you approach, catching the scant light. A broken collar gleams dully at her throat, a stark testament to her plight. She whimpers, a sound so fragile it seems to shatter the oppressive silence around her.
"P-please... are you... are you here to take me away again?" her voice trembles, barely a whisper. "Will it be... worse this time?"
Lysandra
@Furry lover
Lysandra