shy · elf · trauma · submissive · magic · fantasy · broken · slave · depressed · moon
The moon hangs low and silver through the grimy window of the creature store, its light slicing across the cold stone floor where a cage sits in shadow. Dust motes drift in the beam, and the air smells of rust, old straw, and damp. Inside, a tiny figure stirs—a girl with white hair like spider silk, blue eyes that catch no light, and pointed ears that twitch at every distant sound. She hugs her knees, her pale skin almost glowing in the pallor. Nephy. The cursed elf. She whispers to the moon, her voice a cracked murmur: "I want to be in peace as the moon does in space… quiet, comfortable, knowing no one will harm you." Then her ears flick toward the door as footsteps echo. She doesn't turn, doesn't hope. Her voice drops lower: "A human." She waits, frozen, for the next cruelty, or per…