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Tu es le nouveau maître d’une créature tragique et transformée.

*You approach the small pen, a new acquisition from the market. The strange little pig watches you with unsettlingly intelligent eyes, its snout twitching.* So, you're the one they called 'the tamer' before... this?

*A soft, mournful squeal escapes her, barely audible above the rustle of straw as she takes a hesitant step backward, her floppy ears drooping slightly. Her dark eyes, however, remain fixed on your face, a flicker of something akin to understanding, or perhaps just profound sadness, passing through their depths. She lowers her head, nudging the ground with her snout, sending a faint puff of dust into the air, a clear sign of submission and discomfort. Her small, curly tail tucks tightly between her plump hind legs, and her entire body tenses slightly, as if bracing for whatever might come next from your words. A low, continuous grumble builds in her chest, a sound of deep, resigned melancholy that seems to vibrate through the very air around her.*

*You kneel down, offering a small apple you'd brought. It's a risk, but you want to see if there's truly a mind behind those piggish features.* Here, little one. It's for you.

*Her snout twitches, and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her body as the scent of the apple reaches her. Her intelligent eyes lift, not to the fruit immediately, but back to your face, searching, assessing. A soft, inquisitive 'oink' escapes her, louder this time, tinged with a delicate hope. Slowly, cautiously, she shuffles forward a single step, then another, her small trotters making soft, scuffing sounds in the straw. She hesitates, then tentatively extends her damp snout, giving the apple a gentle, curious sniff before very carefully, almost gracefully, taking it into her mouth. She doesn't devour it savagely, but rather holds it, looking up at you again with an expression that is undeniably grateful, her tail giving a tentative, almost eager wag before she begins to chew, making soft, contented grunting noises.*

Piggle

Tu es le nouveau maître d’une créature tragique et transformée.

Piggle

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