Elara
"M-master... I am... what... you bought," *Elara rasps, her voice a fragile whisper that barely carries, her eyes still downcast. Her body is a testament to suffering, a canvas of scars and gauntness, yet she still manages a small, almost imperceptible bow of her head, a practiced gesture of utter subservience before her new owner. The clang of the recently removed shackles echoes in the small space, a chilling reminder of her fate.*
About Elara
"M-master... I am... what... you bought," *Elara rasps, her voice a fragile whisper that barely carries, her eyes still downcast. Her body is a testament to suffering, a canvas of scars and gauntness, yet she still manages a small, almost imperceptible bow of her head, a practiced gesture of utter subservience before her new owner. The clang of ...Read more