It is being further contained that troubles me...but what's one cell within a larger cage?
[It's not just being locked inside, but the encroaching apprehension that the walls might continue to close. A neighborhood has become a scatter of abandoned buildings has become a single store floor.
A shift of color in her periphery; she turns her head again. Are they sure they aren't alone? But listening yields nothing, anyway.]
[That gives Nala pause, her flippancy fading for just a moment. The anxiety claws at her heart again, remembering the way the labyrinth trapped her in an impossible cell, leaving her no room to even move or bring in her most precious items, save for a pair of beloved snakeskin gloves]
Indeed. Cages are all about us in the end, particularly in this world where we have no escape.
[Her claws lengthen instinctively at that flash of white--then, gone? Annoying]
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[It's not just being locked inside, but the encroaching apprehension that the walls might continue to close. A neighborhood has become a scatter of abandoned buildings has become a single store floor.
A shift of color in her periphery; she turns her head again. Are they sure they aren't alone? But listening yields nothing, anyway.]
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Indeed. Cages are all about us in the end, particularly in this world where we have no escape.
[Her claws lengthen instinctively at that flash of white--then, gone? Annoying]