August 15th, 2016"7:37AM"Before the escape.
Where she was, could hardly be described as a room. The walls and floor were made of stone, and there wasn't a bed, or any other furniture for that matter. The nameless child was curled up in the corner of the room, laying beneath the little strip of natural light that filtered in from the barred window. Her eyes slid open only to be scrunched in a pained expression shortly after. The concrete was cold, and if it weren't for the reaper blood running through her veins, she might've found herself sick. She rubbed her cheek against it to satisfy and itch and pushed herself up. The chain linked around her ankle rattled about the floor as she drew her legs beneath her body. The ill-fitting gown she wore was pushed over her knees.
The girl's pale skin was tainted with dirt and dried blood, same with her white-blonde hair which was as unruly as it was long. Her little fingers smacked it away from her crimson eyes which had shifted up to look at where the light was coming from. Her hand reached up as if she could capture it somehow and a little grunt left her mouth. It was quite the effort to will herself onto her feet, hands having to grope at the wall to stabilize herself. On the tips of toes, she stood, one foot lifting in a weak attempt to climb the damned wall up to the window.
It was the creak and cry of the gate as it swung open that had her abandoning her mission. She spun around, back to the wall, shoulders high and on her face, was an expression that could only be described as terrified. She swallowed hard as she heard that awful tune whistling out into the air of her prison. The room lead out to a hallway, which was cut off by a thick iron door. His footsteps were coming down the hallway, and she bolted to the other side of the room, crouching down. More animal than little girl in that period. "Now, now?" he cooed. "That's hardly a greeting, girl. Come. I've got something for you."
Her fingers yanked pathetically on the chains, pulling and prying to get the cuff from her ankle. It was futile, though. No matter how much skin she took off the bone, it always grew back. Solaris dropped the bag down in the doorway, and smiled as he moved over to her. "Don't be afraid, child. We're going to play a game."
Where she was, could hardly be described as a room. The walls and floor were made of stone, and there wasn't a bed, or any other furniture for that matter. The nameless child was curled up in the corner of the room, laying beneath the little strip of natural light that filtered in from the barred window. Her eyes slid open only to be scrunched in a pained expression shortly after. The concrete was cold, and if it weren't for the reaper blood running through her veins, she might've found herself sick. She rubbed her cheek against it to satisfy and itch and pushed herself up. The chain linked around her ankle rattled about the floor as she drew her legs beneath her body. The ill-fitting gown she wore was pushed over her knees.
The girl's pale skin was tainted with dirt and dried blood, same with her white-blonde hair which was as unruly as it was long. Her little fingers smacked it away from her crimson eyes which had shifted up to look at where the light was coming from. Her hand reached up as if she could capture it somehow and a little grunt left her mouth. It was quite the effort to will herself onto her feet, hands having to grope at the wall to stabilize herself. On the tips of toes, she stood, one foot lifting in a weak attempt to climb the damned wall up to the window.
It was the creak and cry of the gate as it swung open that had her abandoning her mission. She spun around, back to the wall, shoulders high and on her face, was an expression that could only be described as terrified. She swallowed hard as she heard that awful tune whistling out into the air of her prison. The room lead out to a hallway, which was cut off by a thick iron door. His footsteps were coming down the hallway, and she bolted to the other side of the room, crouching down. More animal than little girl in that period. "Now, now?" he cooed. "That's hardly a greeting, girl. Come. I've got something for you."
Her fingers yanked pathetically on the chains, pulling and prying to get the cuff from her ankle. It was futile, though. No matter how much skin she took off the bone, it always grew back. Solaris dropped the bag down in the doorway, and smiled as he moved over to her. "Don't be afraid, child. We're going to play a game."