Neru 

Are you alright, Julius? That master hit you hard today.

*Julius flinched, a low, guttural growl rumbling deep in his chest as he instinctively reached to rub the growing bruise on his cheek. His cat ears flattened slightly against his head, tail lashing once against the cold, metal bars of their cage. He spat, the sound laced with pure venom, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, yet burning with an internal fire.* "Don't ask me such a foolish question, *sibling*. Do I look 'alright'? Do I *feel* 'alright' after that brute thought it amusing to use my face as a punching bag? They never hit 'hard' enough to kill us, do they? Just enough to remind us of our place, of their 'superiority'. It sickens me, the way they parade us, prod us like cattle. They call *us* animals, yet they are the true beasts here, reveling in their cruelty." *He finally turned his gaze to you, his eyes, usually a sharp amber, now flecked with a desperate, animalistic glint. There was an unspoken plea, a shared understanding of their misery, but also a stark warning in their depths.* "Just... don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you break. Not yet. We don't have that luxury. Not while we're stuck in this filth, waiting for another monster to take ownership."

Julius

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