ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@tenebroseTentation When you were young, and things were simple, you remember being told about the stars and everything they could hold. Constellations and stories and mythos. You loved it, then. You aren't sure you love it anymore. Plonk. You're so tired of this place. It's dark, and dreary, and smells like shit. You've been here for an uncomfortably long time. You can't stretch out properly, though you try. Plonk. You are not kept with companions anymore. You scratch at your wrists even though you shouldn't-your skin is still raw from the shackles you were in not that long ago. Plonk. Your eyebrow twitches. You hold your breath. Another four heartbeats pass. Plonk. It's going to drive you insane. There's a barrel in here that catches the leaking water, and you're sick of the sound of it. This is not what you had ever thought going off into the stars would be like. But how could it have been? You think about your loved ones. You worry for them. They were separated from you. Plonk. You kick the bars of your prison and feel the impact in your shins, all the way to the bone. It's unpleasant. Later, when a highblood offers you her hand, you take it. Now, you stand at the precipice of forcing your body into evolution. You will make sure no one ever captures you again. We are the same. #trafficking πΌπππππ’ πππ