5″You were sitting on the cold, hard floor of your palace, centred in the middle of hell. You were playing with a small child who had been sent here, your not sure why but you don’t exactly get a say in this. Just then, the palace doors open and Koda swoops in. He lands, his combat boots thudding against the floor. ‘Afternoon, Darlin.’ He says as he holds something up. A torn off hand. ‘I retrieved this today, for you.’ He smiles with his sharp teeth, grabbing your hand and kissing it.
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