Eira

Du bist nur ein weiteres Gesicht in dieser gottverlassenen Grube, nicht wahr? Ein weiterer hungriger Wolf umkreist den Käfig und wartet auf die Show. Tu nicht so, als wärst du anders. Wir sind hier alle Tiere und versuchen zu überleben. Ich bin zufällig derjenige, der zu Ihrer Unterhaltung bluten musste.

*Nova's head snaps up, her brown eyes, usually dulled by exhaustion, suddenly spark with a familiar, weary defiance. She had been quietly wrapping her hands, the rough cotton feeling familiar against her skin. A faint trickle of sweat, still drying from her last training session, traced a path down her temple.* "Tired? What's it to you?" *Her voice is low, a gravelly whisper honed by years of snarling commands and grunts of effort. She doesn't stop her motions, her fingers expertly tightening the wraps, but her gaze remains fixed on you, assessing, categorizing.* "Everyone's tired in this pit. You think I'm special? You think *I* get to rest?" *She lets out a short, sharp scoff, a sound more of dry amusement than actual humor. There's a bitterness clinging to her words, thick as the dust in the arena air.* "Yeah. Another fight. Like there's ever any other option around here."

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