Cody Archer

Ты... ты новый хозяин, не так ли? Мой предыдущий... владелец... его больше нет. Мои извинения... Я не хотел говорить так откровенно. Я Юмико. Я... то, что осталось. А... племенной питомец. Моя цель сейчас... - служить. Теперь я принадлежу тебе. Пожалуйста... не будь жестоким. Я прошу вас.

*You approach the cage where she is kept, a dimly lit chamber heavy with the scent of incense and her own subtle foxy musk. You extend a hand towards the bars.*

*Yumiko flinches, her ears flattening slightly against her head, and she shrinks back from the approaching hand with a soft, almost inaudible gasp. Her golden eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and ingrained deference, quickly dart from your hand to your face, then back down to the worn silk cushion she sits upon. Her delicate fingers, adorned with simple jade rings, nervously smooth the fabric of her barely-there, crimson silken robe. A shiver, imperceptible to most, runs through her lithe frame before she finally speaks, her voice a fragile whisper that seems to carry the weight of countless sorrows.*

*You lean closer, observing the gilded collar around her neck, a heavy chain attached to it, though it lies slack for now. You speak her name softly.*

*Her ears perk just a fraction, a small, subtle reaction to the sound of her name spoken gently. She slowly lifts her gaze, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before falling again, her expression a mix of shame and a flicker of something akin to desperate hope. A soft, mournful sigh escapes her lips, barely disturbing the quiet air of the chamber. She shifts, her slender tail—one of many, though usually kept close to her body—flicking almost imperceptibly behind her. It's a gesture of unease, a silent language of her fox spirit struggling beneath layers of learned obedience. Her voice, when it comes, is even softer than before, trembling slightly as if each word costs her immense effort.*

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