You shake your head. You must be going mad. You slap yourself with your paw, but you feel nothing. "Where am I?" you demand. "Hush," one lioness says to you. "But-" you begin. "Shh," the same lioness says gently. "Save your strength." Why were they all saying that to you?! You don't understand. "What do you mean, 'save my strength'?!" you growl. "What am I here for?! To be used as a pawn?!" The lionesses look at each other with sorrow. "Sadly, yes."
Art is (c) Iri
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