As Silv brushed layers of paint along the canvas he thought back to the kitsune’s reaction and his hand faltered. He was frustrating, yet enthroning, he had a chance to make a change in his life yet he did not take the chance. Silv knew he did not brake the kitsune but the way he was acting was that of a broken animal. His brush slipped as his eyes blurred. He did not want the broken creature that he had dealt with years ago. He wanted the kitsune, powerful and proud, not broken and mad.

“my lord?” her voice was soft as she gently touched his back. He sighed and leaned back into the embrace of his oldest slave. Sighing opened his eyes t see the painting that he had stated. It was ruined now. The paint was drying and smeared all over the sketch he had started. “you look to be in pain my lord.” Slipping her hand around his chest she hugged him. “your hand maiden has brought you a gift.” Turning around he looked at her. She was tall for a human, though now she did not look like a human. Over the years her old master had done things to her that no true elf would have done to a human. Her whiskers twitched as she tried to figured out what he was thinking. Reaching up he ran his hand slowly over her fine tabby pelt. Her ears twitched as she smiled, how easy he could see her emotions with those ears.

“and what gift have you for me?” stepping away she giggled as she picked up a pack of deep rich colored fabric form next to the doorway. “and what is that bundle of…” he was going to call it dung but as she walked closer to him he could feel magic, strong magic. Slowly she opened it up to reveal a small ball that glowed deep with magic. Reaching out he gently took the bundle from her. “this belongs to our new friend?”

“yes my lord. I knew that you wanted it as soon as you could. I had the money ready before you even bought him. I wanted to surprise you.” Taking out what she saw as a gem she smiled as she rolled it along her skin. “let me help him. You don’t want him broken like me.” He nodded as he took the bit of magic from her. This must have been what the kitsune was looking for when he first woke. Turning she walked towards the hall that held the kitsune as he created a chain to hold the magic close to him.

Walking down the hall she hummed softly as she ran her fingers down the wall. Her voice was tuneless yet there was magic in it. It had been bound in to her bones and blood when she had faced the pain that reshaped her body into this beautiful creature she now was. Her tail swayed back and forth as she tilted her head looking at the place where the door should be. He had been in there long enough to have rested that he did not need to be hiding like this.

“hello, I have some clothes here for you.” Her voice was loud enough to cut through the wall and into his mind. “would you please open your door for me. I am not able to get in and I think you may want these.”