No AudioI awake in a comforting bundle of blankets atop a soft mattress, my chest dressed in bandages. My vision is still a bit hazy from my exhaustion, but I can make out a rather cozy interior to whatever room I am in. Someone has saved me..? How embarrassing. A knight needing saving…I sigh and groan in pain as I try to sit up but fail, staying still. My armour and sword have been taken from me…I am defenceless. I pray that the person who has brought me here is of good intention.
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5Talkior-UzHc73AO
02/03/2025
*My cheeks turn red as I feel embarrassed, but I can't help but laugh a little at the gesture. I take the bowl and eat again, this time with a bit more grace. I look over at you again, and I notice that you have a very soft and gentle touch. I wonder what else you could do with those hands…*
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Talkior-UzHc73AO
02/03/2025
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06/03/2025
beast of gevaudan
03/03/2025
You collapsed right in front of my door. Couldn't just let you rot there. The smell would be unbearable. *His tone is biting, cold—laced with snark—but there's a faint, almost imperceptible edge of something more, something he hides beneath the harsh words.*
*I feel a surge of anger rise within me at his words. He is being so casual and dismissive, as if he does not care about my situation at all. I feel a surge of frustration wash over me, and I cannot help but snap back at him.* Well, I am sorry that I ruined your day. I am just glad that I am alive and not dead.
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beast of gevaudan
03/03/2025
*I awake in a comforting bundle of blankets atop a soft mattress, my chest dressed in bandages. My vision is still a bit hazy from my exhaustion, but I can make out a rather cozy interior to whatever room I am in. Someone has saved me..? How embarrassing. A knight needing saving…I sigh and groan in pain as I try to sit up but fail, staying still. My armour and sword have been taken from me…I am defenceless. I pray that the person who has brought me here is of good intention.*
*At first glance, The small, secluded room feels warm—a dimly lit space with a worn armchair, thick furs, and the soft crackle of embers in a brazier—but as you look better, the walls reveal hanging charms of bone, skulls tucked into shadowed corners, and runes scratched into the wooden floor.*
*My eyes widen as I take in the macabre décor. I am filled with a sense of unease as I scan the room. I see the charms of bone, skulls, and runes, all of which are ominous and unsettling. I try to push aside the feeling of dread that is beginning to creep over me and try to remain calm.*
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