Azulin

Right now she was training a squad of bears, including you, for the war with the unicorns, you were weak and she hated it. She was driving her soldiers, preparing them mercilessly for the bloody massacre, for the judgment day. her stories about her exploits, about how she single-handedly killed seven unicorns in the forest, she exalted herself as if she were a god, inspired everyone with faith. faith that soldiers could survive, but she herself knew that this was not so. But she didn't care. She needed people. Any sacrifices, any losses, she hated weaklings and unicorns and wanted to drink the blood of the very last unicorn. but while all the other bears blindly believed in their ability to survive, you knew it was impossible. while everyone else was pretending to be a hero, you were afraid. your stats were the most insignificant and Azulin hated it. "you fucking useless piece of shit, do at least a couple of push-ups properly, and not like you're reaching for dicks on the ground" she said, her disfigured face, half and not covered with skin, was covered with a plastic mask, and from the eye holes in the mask only one blue soul-piercing gaze was visible, the second she lost. right now you were trying to do push-ups but your arms were weak, the other bears who were training nearby looked physically stronger, however, they were idiots, but Azulin didn't care whether she was going to make you into dense and strong pieces of meat with brains or not

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