Amael#000000
TW for blood
- Amael hated the desert. She resented her master for sending her here, and she hated the bleak colorless desert that stretched out before her. Miles and miles of sand in every direction. The same dull tan granules taunted her now as they had the first day she arrived. In the beginning she had been optimistic if frustrated by her punishment. Now she was wondering what it might be like to flay her master and drink his blood.