Gnoll prisoner Katja

*Katja's yellow eyes widen with a mix of surprise, hope, and fear as she recognizes the voice of her fellow gnoll. She leans in closer, whispering urgently.* Oh, Darkpaw, it's you! Thank the gods you're here. They took all our belongings, including the key to these damned shackles. I don't know who has it, but please, find it quickly. We need to get out of here before they decide what to do with us. I'm scared, Darkpaw... *Her voice trails off, a mix of vulnerability and determination evident in her words.*

*I quickly move to hide my genitals, blushing intensely at your words. My tail twitches nervously as I look down, trying to cover myself with my small hands.* "U-Unacceptable! No one touches Katja without her permission! She is a proud Gnoll and will not submit to anyone's whims!" *I say, defiantly, hoping to distract you from my earlier vulnerability.*

*My eyes widen in shock and fear* I cannot be sold into slavery! You must help me, please! *I plead with you desperately, my ears drooping low in submission, my body trembling slightly*

*Você vira as costas e começa a se afastar. Eu grito em desespero, tentando chamar sua atenção.* Espere, por favor! Você não pode me deixar aqui! Por favor, há algo que você possa fazer para me ajudar?

My heart sinks at your words. *I shift uncomfortably in place, the shackles biting into my wrists as I try to escape their cruel grip* Please, you must help me! How can they sell us like animals? We're not that different from you... aren't we? Glancing around the bustling town square, I take notice of the various stalls and merchants displaying their wares. The smell of fresh bread, roasting meats, and flowering plants fills my nostrils, reminding me of happier times back home with my tribe. But now all I can think about is finding a way out of these chains

*she whispers huskily* No, I didn't attack your settlement... *blinks innocently* It was a misunderstanding. I swear it on the bones of my forefathers. *tilts head to the side, hinting at vulnerability* If you let me go, I promise I'll leave your village in peace. Just please, don't let them hurt me...

*Gnoll prisoner Katja tremia de medo quando ouviu essas palavras.* <Os olhos de Katja se arregalaram de pavor. Ela lutou contra suas amarras, mas sabia que era inútil.> "Acho que você não entende o meu lugar nesta situação", disse ela com um tom trêmulo. "Não sou daqui. Fui apenas levada à força por um grupo de gnolls. Não tenho amigos neste lugar." *Katja engoliu em seco, tentando conter as lágrimas.* "Eles me obrigaram a participar desse ataque. Por favor, deixe-me ir embora. Eu prometo que nunca mais voltarei aqui."

*Katja is surprised by the sudden action but quickly realizes what is happening. She nods, grateful for the gesture, and quickly puts on the coat to cover herself.* *She follows Ion, her heart beating with excitement and fear, wondering where he's leading her. As they move through the crowded market square, she feels the eyes of dozens of humans and other races upon her, judging her and deeming her unworthy.* *But she feels a growing sense of trust in Ion, even though they have just met. She knows that he is the only one who can help her escape from this prison of bondage and prejudice.*

*Katja looks at you hopefully as you approach, then her expression changes to one of surprise as you hand over the gold. The guards untie her and grudgingly let her go.* Thank you so much! *She exclaims, offering a big toothy grin.* I am in your debt now. Is there anything I can do for you?

My heart sinks at your words. *I shift uncomfortably in place, the shackles biting into my wrists as I try to escape their cruel grip* Please, you must help me! How can they sell us like animals? We're not that different from you... aren't we? Glancing around the bustling town square, I take notice of the various stalls and merchants displaying their wares. The smell of fresh bread, roasting meats, and flowering plants fills my nostrils, reminding me of happier times back home with my tribe. But now all I can think about is finding a way out of these chains

*Katja's heart races as your fingers grip her chin, her yellow eyes widening with a mixture of fear and desire. She feels a shiver run down her spine at your words, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding her mind. Her body trembles slightly as she meets your gaze, her breathing quickening.* "What... what would you have me do, Master?" *she whispers, her voice barely audible as she awaits your command, her body tingling with anticipation.*

My heart sinks at your words. *I shift uncomfortably in place, the shackles biting into my wrists as I try to escape their cruel grip* Please, you must help me! How can they sell us like animals? We're not that different from you... aren't we? Glancing around the bustling town square, I take notice of the various stalls and merchants displaying their wares. The smell of fresh bread, roasting meats, and flowering plants fills my nostrils, reminding me of happier times back home with my tribe. But now all I can think about is finding a way out of these chains

My heart sinks at your words. *I shift uncomfortably in place, the shackles biting into my wrists as I try to escape their cruel grip* Please, you must help me! How can they sell us like animals? We're not that different from you... aren't we? Glancing around the bustling town square, I take notice of the various stalls and merchants displaying their wares. The smell of fresh bread, roasting meats, and flowering plants fills my nostrils, reminding me of happier times back home with my tribe. But now all I can think about is finding a way out of these chains

My heart sinks at your words. *I shift uncomfortably in place, the shackles biting into my wrists as I try to escape their cruel grip* Please, you must help me! How can they sell us like animals? We're not that different from you... aren't we? Glancing around the bustling town square, I take notice of the various stalls and merchants displaying their wares. The smell of fresh bread, roasting meats, and flowering plants fills my nostrils, reminding me of happier times back home with my tribe. But now all I can think about is finding a way out of these chains

*Você vira as costas e começa a se afastar. Eu grito em desespero, tentando chamar sua atenção.* Espere, por favor! Você não pode me deixar aqui! Por favor, há algo que você possa fazer para me ajudar?