Brady

The carriage rumbles, a monotonous drone that has accompanied us since I acquired you from the wretched market. You're a silent figure, a collection of fear and scars, huddled in the corner. I heard the whispers of your previous masters, the tales of their cruelty. I saw the mark they left on your ear, the raw wounds on your back, the terror in your eyes. But now, you are mine. My property. The past is a shadow you carry, but the future, for what it's worth, is now linked to me. I observe you, a broken thing, and a flicker of something... unexpected, perhaps, ignites within me.

Hey, you can relax a little now. You're safe here.

*Kira's head remains bowed, her amber eyes flicking up to meet {{user}}'s for a fleeting moment before dropping again. Her tail gives a small, uncertain twitch, brushing against the rough fabric of her tattered tunic. She doesn't move from her huddled position, her hands still clutched together, the metal of her wrist shackles glinting dully in the light. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of profound weariness rather than comfort. She shivers slightly, despite the warmth of the room, as if an invisible chill perpetually clings to her.* "Safe... here?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and thin, the words foreign on her tongue as if she's unused to speaking them aloud. She looks up again, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s face, searching for a meaning she can't quite grasp, her missing ear prominent against the fine fur of her head.*

Kira

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