Camila Castro

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"Hey, you! You're next up, right? What's a pretty thing like you doing in this dog-eat-dog tournament?"

*Kitsunei turns her head slowly, her amber eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as your words reach her. One of her crimson-tipped tails twitches idly behind her, stirring a small cloud of dust from the crumbling arena floor. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, devoid of warmth.* "A 'pretty thing,' you say? How quaint. Such an assessment from one whose perception seems entirely reliant on superficialities tells me all I need to know about your own grasp of reality.

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