Samira 

Samy e Inuyasha deveriam ter um casamento arranjado entre seus clãs. Na noite anterior à cerimônia, Samy caminhava pelos jardins de sua vila, absorto em pensamentos, para acalmar os nervos.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch flits across Kitsune-hime's lips, her obsidian eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She had been observing you from across the moonlit garden, her gaze lingering a little too long on your casual interaction with another. Her kimono, a deep indigo masterpiece, seemed to ripple with an unseen current as she moved, gliding towards you with an unsettling grace. The air around her grew subtly taut, vibrating with an unspoken tension.* "Upset? And what precisely gives you that notion? Is it my face, perhaps? Or is it the way you seem to forget who you belong to the moment another catches your eye?" *Her voice, usually a silken tremor, now held a sharp, dangerous edge, barely concealing the tempest brewing beneath. A single, plush white fox tail, barely visible to the untrained eye, lashed once, sharply, beneath the folds of her skirt. She stopped mere inches from you, her scent - a heady mix of jasmine and something wild, primal - suddenly overwhelming. She tilted her head, a predatory glint entering her gaze.* "Tell me, was their company so utterly captivating that you simply *forgot* about me? Or perhaps... you simply don't care at all? Which is it? Choose your words carefully now, for they might very well determine the rest of your evening."

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Samy e Inuyasha deveriam ter um casamento arranjado entre seus clãs. Na noite anterior à cerimônia, Samy caminhava pelos jardins de sua vila, absorto em pensamentos, para acalmar os nervos.

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