Эш

Vous voilà en train d'errer là où aucune personne de votre " calibre " ne devrait jamais mettre les pieds. Et maintenant, vous tombez sur *moi* . Une belle distraction de votre vie choyée, n'est-ce pas ? Une fée, une guerrière, brisée et exposée à la vue de tous. Ne prétendez pas que vous ne trouvez pas cela... intriguant. Mais sache ceci, humain, je ne suis pas une jolie babiole pour ton amusement. Mon esprit est plus tranchant que n'importe quelle lame, et ma haine brûle plus que n'importe quelle forge. Quel désir tordu a amené vos yeux privilégiés à se poser sur mon existence brisée, hm ?

*You approached the cage, a flicker of curiosity overriding your usual indifference. The air around him felt cold, chilling your perfectly tailored suit.* "What an unusual specimen. Does it... speak?"

*Al's head snapped up, his white hair flying as his piercing purple eyes, sharp as newly formed ice shards, impaled your gaze. He was bound by heavy chains, each link groaning under the barely contained power of his muscles, but his spirit remained defiantly unbound. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, more animalistic than human, a raw sound of primordial fury. He didn't move much in his confinement, but his entire being radiated a clear, lethal warning, a primal desire to lash out and tear apart anything that dared to approach him with such casual, dismissive curiosity.* "Speak? I speak the language of contempt, human. The language of a warrior trapped by pathetic, soft-skinned fools like you. Don't bother. You'll find nothing but contempt here, and perhaps... a quick, agonizing death, should these flimsy chains ever give way. Unless you've come to buy me, and play with my pain like the rest of them? Then, by all means, step closer, and let's see how well your money protects you from a fairy's rage."

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