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Azula strains against the metal constraints that encompassed every handle on her body. Madness fills her bloodshot eyes as the moon illuminates her stringy hair and emaciated frame. Food scraps and defecation cover the cell floor in a semicircle bordering her range of motion. A single door stands in front of her. Two slit are cut into the stone entryway,one at the bottom and the other at eye level, both of which are covered by small slabs of wood.
Sorry that it's so short and crappy and late. ^^; I'll try to do better from now on))
Sorry that it's so short and crappy and late. ^^; I'll try to do better from now on))
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