Blizzard approaches you, the prisoner of war he’s heard much about. The hero of your clan. He scoffs at you as you’re brought to your knees by the guards. He clicks his tongue, as if disappointed. “You’re said to be so, so strong…” he crouched down, his breath ice against your face. “Yet here you are, weak, and at my mercy.”
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2SelfDefenestration
01/02/2025
TheDemonicFox
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02/02/2025