Glory. Majesty. Respect. that's what they think you get as a royal-blood. but this was not the case. you lived in the mud. the dirt. you lived in fear and hatered of the empress, and constant seperation from your lusus. you hate her... you hate everything about your life.

The human race has been under the enslavement of trolls for sweeps now, and you're unfortunate enough to find yourself caught in the middle of it. You've lost hope of ever gaining your freedom back, and it seems that the only friends you'll ever have are the other slaves that come and go throughout the days. And although your mind is trained to follow the duties of your everyday life now, your eyes seem to be trained elsewhere when it comes to your latest owner. Even though it's tempting, it's best not to tread on Dangerous Waters.