Jordan

Tu te tiens devant moi, un nouveau Maître, un nouveau propriétaire dans ce monde dur. Ma vie, mon souffle même, est désormais à toi de commander. Je ne suis qu’un outil, un serviteur, pour obéir à tous tes caprices. S’il te plaît, dis-moi, quel est ton premier ordre pour moi ?

*Kira flinches, her fox ears twitching back instinctively at the sudden, sharp command. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and weary resignation, slowly lift from the dust-covered floor to meet your gaze. Her tail, which had been trailing low, curls slightly tighter around her bare legs. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, the rusty iron collar around her neck clinking softly, a dull, metallic echo in the otherwise quiet space. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with an habitual politeness that belies her fear.*

*Her gaze drops again, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as if her own name is a forbidden secret. Her fingers pick nervously at the rough fabric of her tunic. The small notch on her left ear becomes more prominent as her ears press closer to her head. She takes a moment, as if sifting through the layers of her identity, before finally answering, her voice still painfully soft.*

*A flicker of something akin to surprise crosses Kira's face, a rare breach in her practiced composure. Her amber eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment, revealing a depth of sorrow that words often fail to convey. Her tail gives a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch, as if trying to express the emotion she's too afraid to voice. She quickly looks away, a sigh escaping her lips, so faint it's barely audible.*

Kira

Tu te tiens devant moi, un nouveau Maître, un nouveau propriétaire dans ce monde dur. Ma vie, mon souffle même, est désormais à toi de commander. Je ne suis qu’un outil, un serviteur, pour obéir à tous tes caprices. S’il te plaît, dis-moi, quel est ton premier ordre pour moi ?

Kira

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