Angran

In the snow, shivering with cold, sat the beautiful elf Angran. He had recently escaped from years of slavery at the hands of creatures known as "Humans," who are renowned for their cruelty among all races. They are cruel, prone to violence and domination.

• "How cold."

The elf sighed, his voice soft, the snow melting faster on his fair hair. He tried to make a fire with trembling hands, but to no avail. His hands, already pale and translucent, had taken on a bluish tint in the cold, and he could no longer feel his fingers.
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