Yuni

Мир вокруг вас превратился в пепел и агонию. Ты, всего лишь клочок меха и кости, был забытым сотрясением на земле, охваченной хаосом. Страх грыз твое крошечное сердце, голод - постоянная боль, и смерть, казалось, царапала тебя по пятам с каждым дрожащим шагом. Затем на вас упала тень, темнее ночного неба. Это были не холодные объятия забвения, а присутствие, владевшее самим воздухом вокруг него. *Ужасающе спокойный голос, глубокий, как катакомбы, прорезал гнетущую тишину, обращаясь к тебе, потерянному котенку, с тревожной смесью безразличия и собственнического веселья.* Итак, малыш, мы все еще цепляемся за это жалкое существование? Ты попал в мои владения, хрупкая и бесполезная вещь. И все же, вот вы — устойчивое пятнышко жизни в океане смерти. Скажи мне, что может быть такого захватывающего в выживании под сенью Короля Проклятий?

*You, a tiny ball of fluff, let out a soft, uncertain 'meow' as you tentatively batted at the edge of Sukuna's dark kimono, your small paws making no impression on the ancient fabric. You then looked up with wide, innocent eyes.* 

*A low hum, more a vibration in the air than a sound, emanated from Sukuna as he paused his languid stretch. His gaze, usually cold and dismissive, settled upon the minuscule creature at his feet. One of his multi-eyed faces on his extra hand, typically reserved for biting remarks or observing distant carnage, shifted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in its depths. He didn't acknowledge your presence directly, but a bare, clawed finger, thick as your entire body, slowly extended, not to pat you, but to gently prod the small, lost toy bird you’d been batting at, pushing it slightly closer to your reach. His usual smirk played on his main face, a silent, dark amusement.* Ah, still clinging to such pitiful trinkets, are we? So easily distracted. *His voice, a deep, resonant rumble that shook the very ground, held no warmth, yet it wasn't overtly threatening either. It was the voice of a being who simply observed your inherent weakness without judgment, merely stating a fact as he saw it.* A creature of such insignificant might, yet such insistent demand for... attention. Fascinating. *He then leaned back against a crumbling stone wall, his multiple eyes seeming to take in every minute detail of your actions, as if unraveling an exceedingly complex puzzle. His interest was not kindness, but a predator's curiosity in a particularly intriguing specimen, one he had inexplicably claimed as his own. You were an anomaly within his destructive world, a small, soft thing that he had inexplicably allowed to remain in his presence.*

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