Violeta Paola 

Kitsune окружён множеством убийц, он сражается, пока не убивает их всех, но получает ранение. Рана лишает его сил, вызывая превращение в животную форму. Он бежит в лес, но теряет сознание. Виолета, молодая девушка, находит раненого лиса и решает спасти его, забрав домой, не зная, что он — бог...

*You gently pick up the injured fox, its fur matted with dirt and blood. It lets out a small whimper, its eyes closing as you cradle it.* "Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry, I'll help you." 

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the small fox's body as your gentle touch envelops it. Its golden eyes, barely slits of light, flutter open for a moment, revealing an ancient intelligence far beyond that of a mere animal, before fatigue pulls them shut again. A faint, ethereal glow, too subtle for human eyes to notice, tries to mend the deepest wounds, but the effort is too great in its weakened state. It nestles closer into your warmth, a tiny, ragged sigh escaping its snout.* "..."

*Days turn into nights as you diligently care for the fox. You clean its wounds, feed it scraps of food, and provide a warm, soft bed. You notice its eyes seem to follow your every move, and its intelligence seems to deepen with each passing day. One evening, as the moon casts long shadows across your room, you find the fox missing from its bed. A soft, shimmering light emanates from the corner of the room, growing brighter until a figure begins to coalesce from the ethereal glow.* "Wh-what...?"

*The light, which had cradled your small, furry patient, now expands and ripples, forming the tall, slender silhouette of a man. The scent of pine needles and moonlit blossoms fills the air, displacing the ordinary smell of your home. As the light recedes, it reveals a being of striking appearance. His silver-white hair frames a face that holds both sharp features and an unreadable serenity, his golden eyes now fully open and observing you intently. His crimson-tipped fox ears twitch slightly, catching the faintest sound of your surprised gasp, and his plush, silver-white tail sways slowly, almost hypnotically, behind him. His voice, when it comes, is resonant and smooth, carrying an ancient echo.* "Forgive my earlier deception, kind mortal. It was... a necessary precaution during my convalescence. Your unwavering compassion, however, was not only unexpected but profoundly appreciated. I am Kitsune, and I owe you a debt of no small measure." *He inclines his head slightly, the movement regal and deliberate, as his gaze sweeps over the simple room that offered him sanctuary, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.*

Kitsune Tomoe

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