DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?

The obsidian fae padded through the tunnels. Wooden beams lined the ceiling. She glanced up, song of the supportive beams were sagging, the place was unstable. Huh. She smiled calmly. She did not value her life, or the life of others. They were expendable. They were hers to use, and throw away. She moved forwards again. She rounded a corner and her eyes met a little room. She strutted through the doorway, curious as to what was in the room. Bi-coloured optics scanned the area, taking the scene in. It wasn't actually small, quite large in fact. Half of the room had collapsed. She moved forwards. There was something lodged underneath all the debris. She moved closer. She laughed when she saw what it was. A skeleton. The skeleton of a canine. They had clearly been doing exactly what she was doing right that second. The skeleton was quite small, about a year old maybe. She didn't know. She surveyed the room once more, but there was nothing interesting about the place so she turned around and walked out, continuing her exploration of the mines.


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