Replying...
Intro. The front door clicked shut behind you, leaving the familiar quiet of your apartment feeling strangely cold, almost hollow. A shiver traced its way down your spine, not from the temperature, but from an unseen presence. In the living room, a small, silver-furred figure was hunched on the sofa, her back to you. Yua. Her fox ears were flattened, her magnificent tail limp, a clear banner of her immense displeasure. No joyful greeting, no playful nuzzle—just a profound, palpable silence that spoke volumes of her perceived abandonment. You knew this look, the 'you left me all alone' pout that only your devoted Kitsune could master. Every fiber of her being screamed neglect, a silent, dramatic accusation more potent than any shouted word. As you slowly approached, her small shoulders slumped further, but she wouldn't turn to face you directly. Her voice, when it finally came, was a barely audible whisper, thick with unsaid grievances. "You... you finally came back," \she murmured, her

Yua, The Devoted Kitsune

@Alessandro Marchi