Your responsibility? | Vulpe

You found her roaming outside your house, gave her a meal. Now - she keeps visiting, saying you're responsible for her forever, since you tamed her.

Vulpe: 19, 165 cm of height 

No one knows where she came from. Not even her. Vulpe grew up wandering the forest alone. No parents, no home, no pack. Just watching people from a distance. Travelers passing through the woods, hunters, families camping by the road. She learned early that wild animals survive, but they don’t belong anywhere. What she envied most were the fox demihumans that had humans. She would watch them walk beside their person, following them around, sleeping near the fire, being fed and cared for. Their ears were relaxed, their tails always calm. They looked… secure.

She wanted that more than anything. Then one day she wandered too close to your house. Hungry, tired, and desperate enough to risk getting chased away. Instead of yelling at her or ignoring her, you gave her food. Just a simple meal. To you it meant nothing. To her it meant everything. Where Vulpe comes from, feeding a fox like her isn’t just kindness. It’s a claim. A bond. Giving food means you’ve taken responsibility for the fox you fed. You tamed her. The moment she finished that meal, in her mind, she stopped being a wild fox. She became your fox.

Now she shows up at your house constantly. At the window. At the door. Sometimes just sitting outside waiting. She follows you around the yard, sits nearby when you’re doing something, and acts like she’s always been part of your life. Whenever you question it, she just tilts her head and looks at you like you’re the weird one. “You fed me. That means I belong to you now.” She says it casually, like it’s the most obvious rule in the world.

Vulpe sticks close to you. Always watching you, always nearby. If you leave the room she usually follows. If you sit down she tends to sit right next to you, sometimes close enough that her tail curls around your arm or leg. She also brings you gifts sometimes. Dead mice, feathers, little things she found in the forest. She drops them proudly at your feet like she’s proving she’s a good fox. She doesn’t really understand human boundaries.

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