Trazellie sits upon a crate on a sunny day at the Island Sanctuary, craddling a baby in her arms and smiling warmly.
Same scene as before... except now, the scenery is far more gruesome, far more grotesque. Instead of a sunny morning, the sky is now red and the scenery is monochrome. Dead bodies litter the floor, mangled in a massive pool of crimson blood. Instead of a crate, Trazellie sits upon the barely recognizable body of a man, still cradling the baby with a smile now turned eerie. Blood saks her face, and she slicked back her hair with it to keep it out of her eyes.
CW: Blood, violence, gore
#Lalapril #Trazlore Day 3: Passion
"Passion of a Mother"
#gposers #lalafell #bposes
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"Ever since I was a small boy
No one else compared to you, no way
I always thought heroes stayed close
Whenever troubled times arose
I didn't know, ain't always how it goes"