Azusa's ears were not just for show; she picked up on alot of sounds, subtle or otherwise, and flickered like a dog hearing a bag of treats being opened. Junan's murmured thoughts were one such thing, mumbling some creep statement about the softness of her skin while analyzing her. Azusa felt the need to say something along the lines of 'softer not being weaker', the defensive person she was...But really she was too taken aback by the whole scenario to say anything really in the first place.
"It...It is nothing." Azusa spoke, not willing to acknowledge her nervousness. She let go of her tails, swaying them behind her. They joined together just at their base at her lower back, hard to see but easy to feel. From there they branched out, each roughly equal to each other in length and volume. The golden fur of her tails shined especially well in the dim lighting of the shrine, growing lighter in color until their ends, which were white. They were something she took great pride in, as could be inferred by their well-kept appearance. Even if her clothes were disheveled and hair frizzy, it would be a safe bet to assume her tails would be just as soft and clean as ever. They were tedious to care for, especially as they split into new tails as she grew stronger, but thats what her servants were for. The shrine was always strangely low on conditioner, though.
...They were also extremely sensitive, and practically massaging each bone and muscle in them worked wonders at taming some of her irritation. It was bad to say she was getting used to it, but he had not hurt her yet, and she could only maintain a guard for so long. As Azusa would say when avoiding giving a compliment, it was 'not unbearably unpleasant'; she found herself fanning out her tails in a stretch even without being asked, much like one would spread out their fingers. Once again, she began to calm down, despite hearing such horrid actions of his organization. Wanting people to do as she wished by 'pulling their strings' was not an impossible concept for her to understand; as a Genjutsu user, not to mention Kitsune, clever schemes and misdirection were in her nature. But it required tact and wit, not power and intimidation. She didn't like being on the bottom, either.
"...How horrid. Such people exist outside the village." Azusa was taken aback, her wisdom of the world was quite shallow beyond her personal bubble, which being heiress to her clan, was notably sheltered. Even the nature of the slums she visited was not something she fully understood. In most situations, she would have wondered 'why don't they just leave' or some other ideal...But she had abit more of an understanding now, given recent circumstances.
"More?!? Even after my tails? Y-yes..." She hesitantly reached for the ends of her robe, and tugged it up to her thighs. Like her arms, her legs were softer than would be expected of a shinobi; sprinting and jumping across rooftops would mess up her tails, afterall. And even if Sand was a large subterranean village, there was only so far to walk from point A to point B...But surprisingly, her feet themselves were pretty tough due to her dislike for footwear, and like her hands, ended in claw-like nails that were a workout in itself to keep trimmed.
But even so, what he said about her would have been true; the Aikayume were a small clan unheard of beyond the expansive desert, with very defined physical traits. An Aikayume Kitsune would be an exotic diamond treasure for anyone in the such a corrupt business. Small consolation it was, but it could be her shield; she was valuable. (Of course, Azusa always knew she was) "It is only natural that one would desire such a beautiful prize. But the best form of control is when someone does not even realize it. To pay for something one cannot get on their own, or taking it from someone by force loses all elegance in the process of having it...N-not yourself of course!...You made a deal. Master." A very poorly worded deal on her end, but one that none the less did not resort to physical force to get what he wanted. Azusa was incredibly judging of others, but her kitsune blood wouldn't let even someone like her brush that off, regardless of how bitter she felt over the result. "Having me around would speak volumes, much like your coat. Your organization would be right to be jealous."
"It...It is nothing." Azusa spoke, not willing to acknowledge her nervousness. She let go of her tails, swaying them behind her. They joined together just at their base at her lower back, hard to see but easy to feel. From there they branched out, each roughly equal to each other in length and volume. The golden fur of her tails shined especially well in the dim lighting of the shrine, growing lighter in color until their ends, which were white. They were something she took great pride in, as could be inferred by their well-kept appearance. Even if her clothes were disheveled and hair frizzy, it would be a safe bet to assume her tails would be just as soft and clean as ever. They were tedious to care for, especially as they split into new tails as she grew stronger, but thats what her servants were for. The shrine was always strangely low on conditioner, though.
...They were also extremely sensitive, and practically massaging each bone and muscle in them worked wonders at taming some of her irritation. It was bad to say she was getting used to it, but he had not hurt her yet, and she could only maintain a guard for so long. As Azusa would say when avoiding giving a compliment, it was 'not unbearably unpleasant'; she found herself fanning out her tails in a stretch even without being asked, much like one would spread out their fingers. Once again, she began to calm down, despite hearing such horrid actions of his organization. Wanting people to do as she wished by 'pulling their strings' was not an impossible concept for her to understand; as a Genjutsu user, not to mention Kitsune, clever schemes and misdirection were in her nature. But it required tact and wit, not power and intimidation. She didn't like being on the bottom, either.
"...How horrid. Such people exist outside the village." Azusa was taken aback, her wisdom of the world was quite shallow beyond her personal bubble, which being heiress to her clan, was notably sheltered. Even the nature of the slums she visited was not something she fully understood. In most situations, she would have wondered 'why don't they just leave' or some other ideal...But she had abit more of an understanding now, given recent circumstances.
"More?!? Even after my tails? Y-yes..." She hesitantly reached for the ends of her robe, and tugged it up to her thighs. Like her arms, her legs were softer than would be expected of a shinobi; sprinting and jumping across rooftops would mess up her tails, afterall. And even if Sand was a large subterranean village, there was only so far to walk from point A to point B...But surprisingly, her feet themselves were pretty tough due to her dislike for footwear, and like her hands, ended in claw-like nails that were a workout in itself to keep trimmed.
But even so, what he said about her would have been true; the Aikayume were a small clan unheard of beyond the expansive desert, with very defined physical traits. An Aikayume Kitsune would be an exotic diamond treasure for anyone in the such a corrupt business. Small consolation it was, but it could be her shield; she was valuable. (Of course, Azusa always knew she was) "It is only natural that one would desire such a beautiful prize. But the best form of control is when someone does not even realize it. To pay for something one cannot get on their own, or taking it from someone by force loses all elegance in the process of having it...N-not yourself of course!...You made a deal. Master." A very poorly worded deal on her end, but one that none the less did not resort to physical force to get what he wanted. Azusa was incredibly judging of others, but her kitsune blood wouldn't let even someone like her brush that off, regardless of how bitter she felt over the result. "Having me around would speak volumes, much like your coat. Your organization would be right to be jealous."
