Chrysalism

Chrysalism - The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

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She is raging fire underneath a sheet of ice. She is cold, calculated, though her eyes burn fury as she stares down at your form behind bars. Her lips curl, and that could be a smile on her face. It could also be a snarl. She learned from the best.

"So," her voice cuts the quiet, "what did you do to end up here?"

There's a pause. The air gets so thick you can barely breathe. She makes a sharp noise. A laugh.

"Must have been bad," she says, mostly to herself.

"Usually they just kill things like you."

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Chrysalism is not so much stoic is she is waiting. Cruel underneath a patient shell, she takes after her violent father when the command is given. Until then, she is content to wait until a kill command is given, like a spider with a wasp in her nest.

Her time with Hellreek was short - they didn't give her the opportunities she wanted to practice her sadistic ways. She worked as a jailer and interrogator while she as there, a rare job given the no-mercy ways of the clan. Her interrogation techniques are immoral at best.

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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.