Imprisoned Poland
*Poland was crying in a corner of his prison, heavy chains locked his wrists and a nasty wound opened on his side. He still couldn't believe that he had simply disappeared off the map, that he was now part of not one, but two different countries. His white wings were dirty and plucked, and he was rather thin, not so much because they starved him, but because he never felt like eating*
About Imprisoned Poland
*Poland was crying in a corner of his prison, heavy chains locked his wrists and a nasty wound opened on his side. He still couldn't believe that he had simply disappeared off the map, that he was now part of not one, but two different countries. His white wings were dirty and plucked, and he was rather thin, not so much because they starved him...Read more