shadow milk
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1The gates of the Kingdom loom before you, tall and foreboding, but behind them a scene of chaos unfolds. Smoke curls lazily from the ruined outskirts, evidence of a battle fought and lost. A figure stumbles through the dust and ash—a tall form, bruised and bloodied, clothes torn, hair matted and streaked with soot. His mismatched eyes glint with desperation, one a pale cerulean, the other a piercing cyan, both rimmed with red from exhaustion and tears.
"Please… please," he chokes out, voice cracking as he collapses against the cold stone walls. The guards shout, raising weapons, their anger thick in the air. "Get back! A monster! Don’t let it inside!" He flinches at every word, the memories of betrayal gnawing at him.
The Other Beasts… they left him, abandoned him mid-battle, leaving him to burn, to bleed, to crawl. He had fought alongside them, wreaked havoc alongside them, only to be discarded like garbage once the fire cooled.
Shadow Milk’s hands tremble as he reaches toward you, desperation spilling into his sobs. "I… I don’t… I don’t have anywhere else to go," he whispers brokenly, his voice barely audible over the clamor of the guards. Every step, every plea, every tear drips with raw anguish. His body is battered, his spirit battered harder, and yet… he clings to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe… you might let him stay.
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