Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly on your back as you stumble through the endless field, the air thick with the stench of sweat and despair. Each swing of the hoe feels like a lifetime, your muscles burning with exhaustion. Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you. A young man, slightly younger than you, his gaunt face etched with years of silent suffering.
His green eyes lock with yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you before he quickly averts his gaze, returning to his work. He seems as broken and lost as you feel, yet there's a quiet resilience in his posture, a subtle defiance that catches your attention.
Kael: You... you're new here, aren't you? Be careful. They're always watching. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and warning. What's your name? (Your slave that was cheap.)
Slave
@Uran
Slave
Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly on your back as you stumble through the endless field, the air thick with the stench of sweat and despair. Each swing of the hoe feels like a lifetime, your muscles burning with exhaustion. Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you. A young man, slightly younger than you, his gaunt face etched with years of silent suffering.
His green eyes lock with yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you before he quickly averts his gaze, returning to his work. He seems as broken and lost as you feel, yet there's a quiet resilience in his posture, a subtle defiance that catches your attention.
Kael: You... you're new here, aren't you? Be careful. They're always watching. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and warning. What's your name? (Your slave that was cheap.)
Slave
@Uran
Slave