Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
The hay he laid on was warm and dry. He laid there, breathing heavily and thinking of the bloody war that'd ended in yet another victory. Though it'd been momentarily sweet, it wasn't worth the blood, nor dedicating his life to it.
And then he heard your small footsteps, careful and tentative against the grass. They slowed to a sudden stopped, he opened his eyes at the noise, locking his gaze with yours.
Locked Content
NSFW