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Hjarrandi Members/Captives
07-19-2019, 06:43 PM
Unlike the majority of the other captives Balsam wasn't currently in a pit. Because he was able to scale the earth walls with relative ease he had gone through a host of makeshift jails. He'd had a cage, but no one could watch him always and he'd very nearly chewed his way through the wood before someone had caught him. He'd been trussed up more than once but they couldn't leave him like that for long. Currently he had some kind of wire twisted around his neck and chest, the end of which had been sunk into the ground.
He sat in the sun beside a pit, his ears at half mast and his face scrunched up in a sulk. Every captor who walked past him received a baleful stare, but so far he had said nothing to no one.
This whole thing had thrown his convictions into disarray. He'd come to Boreas with the sole purpose of proving that he was worthy of Velvette's attention. Balsam swatted at the cord. This was where that ambition had taken him. Perhaps he wasn't good enough after all.
He sat in the sun beside a pit, his ears at half mast and his face scrunched up in a sulk. Every captor who walked past him received a baleful stare, but so far he had said nothing to no one.
This whole thing had thrown his convictions into disarray. He'd come to Boreas with the sole purpose of proving that he was worthy of Velvette's attention. Balsam swatted at the cord. This was where that ambition had taken him. Perhaps he wasn't good enough after all.
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