French traduc by jana https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h en-us 2018-03-08 02:58:15 UTC 2023-03-15 09:04:46 UTC hello@padlet.com janav3 https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1815942458 2021-10-14 04:04:42 UTC https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1815942458 Room 3 https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818442916 The gaol was uncomfortable, not to mention the position they had him in. Jax was chained to the ground by his wrists, which forced him to either sit or lie down, and his restricting shackles hardly gave him any room to move. His cell was suffocating and cold, in spite of the heat no doubt baking the enormous stone walls outside, which muffled all sound. A narrow crack at the ceiling let in the slightest hint of light, yet this rotten hole was still almost as dark as a raven’s wing.

Jax sat cross-legged, his hands weighed down by the iron upon his thighs; his mind spiralling into dark thoughts. His pale green eyes, normally full of innocence and as clear as the lakes of Geneva, began to glean with ferocity. 


]]> 2021-10-15 00:54:54 UTC https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818442916 The jail was uncomfortable and so The jail was uncomfortable and so was he. Jax’s wrists were chained to the ground by short shackles, rendering him forcefully seated. His prison cell was narrow, cold, in spite of outside warmth. Giant stone walls muffled all sound. Close to the ceiling, a small amount of light filtered in through a thin crack in the wall. Yet this rotten hole was as dark as obsidian. Jax sat, legs crossed, hands weighed down by more iron shackles pressing down on his thighs. He dwelled on dark thoughts. His ordinarily innocent pale green eyes, as clear as running water on mossy stones, began to glimmer with a ferocious light. https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818446544 2021-10-15 00:56:33 UTC https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818446544 Room 1 https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818451097 The jail was uncomfortable and so was the way Jax was sitting. They were chained to the ground by their wrists, which forced them to either sit or lie down, and the short shackles left no room to move. Their cell was small and cold, despite the heat which radiated on the exterior, and the enormous stone walls smothered all sound. By the ceiling, a small opening allowed a hint of brightness into the cell. Without it, the entire cell would’ve been rendered black as a cauldron. Jax was sitting down, legs crossed, their hands weighed by the chains attached to their thighs. They stewed in their dark musings. Their pale green eyes, normally full of innocence, crystal clear, like water flowing over mossy stones, began to gleam with a ferocious light. When their furnaces lit like this, it was best to cease feeding them before they spiraled from his control.]]> 2021-10-15 00:58:44 UTC https://padlet.com/janav3/4m2x8z5mag5h/wish/1818451097