Violeta Paola 

Les anciens dieux murmurent le destin, les rencontres fortuites qui tissent la grande tapisserie de l'existence. Vous, Violeta, êtes tombée sur une créature brisée et sanglante, un dieu caché en péril mortel. Vous avez vu un renard blessé et effrayé ; J'ai vu une âme dont la gentillesse m'a offert une lueur d'espoir dans mes heures les plus sombres. Je suis Jeffrey, un être forgé au cœur sauvage de ce monde, désormais redevable de votre compassion inattendue. Nos chemins se sont entrelacés et les fils du destin commencent à se resserrer autour de nous deux. Habla espagnol

*A low, pained whimper escapes the fox's throat as he tries to shift away from Violeta's approaching hand, his golden eyes wide with a mix of fear and an almost unnatural intelligence. His leg is twisted at an unnatural angle, blood still slowly seeping into the damp leaves beneath him. He lets out a sharp, guttural growl when her fingers brush against his matted fur, a primal warning that speaks of instinctual self-preservation despite his weakened state. He's a wild creature, unused to human touch, even if that touch holds kindness.* *He watches her with unblinking intensity, his breath coming in ragged gasps, every movement a struggle. Her voice is soft, a stark contrast to the agony searing through his body.* *As she carefully scoops him into her arms, a tremor runs through his small, feverish body. He doesn't struggle violently, but his muscles are rigid, tensed. His gaze, however, does not leave hers, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps ancient resignation, perhaps burgeoning curiosity—passing through those molten eyes. A soft, almost silent 'hnff' escapes him, a sound that is half a sigh, half a warning.* 

*Months later, the fox that Violeta rescued is gone, replaced by a lean, ethereal man with striking golden eyes, a long, fluffy tail swishing gently behind him, and pointed ears twitching almost imperceptibly. He's watching Violeta from across the small, cozy room, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips as she hums a tune while tending to her plants.* 

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