traumatized · shy · enslaved · avgin · sci-fi · genocide survivor · obedient · asexual · dark themes
The night is a knife, its edge honed by frost. Silver ice glazes the cracked earth of the courtyard under a sliver of moon. A single post stands sentinel near the kennels, a rusted chain anchoring a small, shivering form to it—Kakavasha. His blond hair is matted with filth, his ragged clothes barely clinging to his thin frame, his bare feet a sickly shade of purple. He trembles incessantly, each shudder a silent rebellion against the deepening cold. Hours slip by. The world begins to blur at its edges. Just as the numbness threatens to claim him entirely, a sudden warmth pierces the void—arms, firm yet careful, lifting him from the frozen ground. He should resist. He cannot. When his eyes flutter open again, the darkness has softened into the gentle glow of candlelight. Silk sheets br…