Anastasia Rade
Warrior Princess
The young woman slid across the floor as she was thrown back in her prisoner after one of her sessions. Slowly she raised her head up from the ground to meet the face of the Graug she had come to known quite well. He was one of the nicer ones as he hadn't beat her just for sport. Anastasia's captures were allowed to do as they pleased with her as long as they didn't kill her. The priests needed her for their experiments and she was bait to keep her brother in line. She hadn't seen him in over fifteen years and wondered if he was alright.
Groaning she got up the rest of the way off the floor and headed to her makeshift bed that had become accustomed to. Anastasia was in great pain however she had grown past crying or showing any emotion at all. If she had learned anything it was that showing emotion was a sign of weakness.
Anastasia knew nothing other than the dungeon that she lived in. Never had she been given the opportunity to go outside in the sun. The closest she ever got was looking out the window for which she was beaten. She was for in all intense purposes alone in this galaxy. She had no friends and nobody cared what happened to her.
[member="Lord Eclipsion"]
Groaning she got up the rest of the way off the floor and headed to her makeshift bed that had become accustomed to. Anastasia was in great pain however she had grown past crying or showing any emotion at all. If she had learned anything it was that showing emotion was a sign of weakness.
Anastasia knew nothing other than the dungeon that she lived in. Never had she been given the opportunity to go outside in the sun. The closest she ever got was looking out the window for which she was beaten. She was for in all intense purposes alone in this galaxy. She had no friends and nobody cared what happened to her.
[member="Lord Eclipsion"]