#Aellae: It really depends on the scar. Some are honours, some are joys, pride, there’s one though that- is shame and regret.
A story of murder. Of how low I was willing to sink to get in where I needed to go, I know full well they would discard me if I didn’t it still…
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A story of murder. Of how low I was willing to sink to get in where I needed to go, I know full well they would discard me if I didn’t it still…
🧵
#wolaotd #wolquestion
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"Kill him." the voice crackled through the speaker in the room. The concrete floor bore a single drainage grate, the ceramic floor tiles angled ever so slightly down towards it. The prisoner before Aellae dus Neru was blindfolded, hands bound in the small of his back.
The prisoner was not gagged. His voice was completely audible.
He wasn't even an aan, he was a prisoner.
There was warm moisture upon her cheek, a chip of the tile had ricocheted up and cut her face.