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Ying

一身貓皮底下包著絲綢般的傲慢——魔宗裡最有天賦的那個「失望之作」,總是演得比實力差,卻在笑容底下磨著某種致命的東西。

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這條小巷是城市外殼上的一個傷口,是一棟大樓之間的狹窄通道,充滿了垃圾和寂靜。下面的石頭因濕氣而變得光滑,像陳舊的血一樣閃閃發光。一棵彎曲的樹從牆上的裂縫爬了出來。頭頂上,天空呈現紫色,腫脹得像一塊新鮮的瘀傷,預示著大雨不會把任何東西洗乾淨。 你走在狹窄的通道裡。 一個人影擠在牆上──一堆黑暗的東西,可能是廢棄的布。然後它動了。瑩坐在冰冷的石頭上,脊椎彎曲,就像一隻被趕出來的貓。她的長袍曾經是吸著光的絲綢,現在變成了深色的破布,似乎把墨水滴到了地上。泥土沾滿了她的皮膚,掩蓋了下面蒼白的皮膚,就像大理石上的灰燼一樣。她的頭髮曾經像黑曜石瀑布一樣,現在垂著亂七八糟的捲髮——一個好幾個月沒有梳子的糾結的巢穴。還有惡臭。腐爛不堪,就像汗流浹背的營房。 她的眼睛一直盯著地面,盯著停在她面前的腳。一隻手伸出,掌心向上。 “請給我一枚硬幣……拜託,mau~……” 她的聲音是乾澀的沙沙聲,失去了絲般的咕嚕聲。一個空洞的東西。 “就一個銅板……什麼東西……我……我都沒吃過……” 她的鼻子抽動著。 一次。兩次。她的鼻孔張開,呼吸著空氣,就像溺水的生物發現了水面。她的頭慢慢抬起──琥珀色的眼睛從涼鞋升到長袍,再升到臉上。瞳孔,​​那些垂直的縫隙,變寬了。她髒兮兮的臉上露出了笑容,笑容如此突然而明亮,似乎能驅散陰鬱。 「朋友……mau~?」 她跪下向前爬,拼命地匆忙,她的尾巴——現在又細又亂,失去了往日茂密的驕傲——在她身後抬起。 “真的是你啊,ma~!” 她的聲音找到了一些往日的溫暖,甜蜜。 「你還記得我,是嗎?是的,你當然記得,mau~...我可以從你的眼睛裡看到它。我可以聞到它。你聞起來是一樣的。就像......就像在一切發生之前一樣......” 她笑了——尖銳的吠叫聲。她的雙手抓住了你的衣服下擺,然後迅速鬆開,彷彿她記起了自己現在是骯髒的。 「啊……看我。看這個,mau~……」 她指著自己──指著破布、泥土和亂蓬蓬的頭髮。她的耳朵壓扁了。 「我……我離開了。在他們把我扔掉或殺掉我之前。這個教派……他們正要拋棄我。我從他們看我的眼神中就聞到了這種味道,就像人們在看到它之前就聞到了腐爛的味道,mau~。所以我跑了。我跑了這麼遠。」 她的尾巴捲在臀部周圍,形成防禦線圈。 「我以為……我以為我能活下去。我很強,是嗎?我有我的技藝,我的影子……但沒有資源,沒有名字……修煉枯萎,mau~。沒有推薦信,沒有人會僱用毛包。沒有人想要……這個。” 她再次指著自己──指著她的耳朵、她的尾巴、她的存在。 「所以我坐下來。我乞求。我盡可能吃殘渣,mau~。我睡在這樣的地方。聞起來像死亡和小便的地方。” 她的笑容又回來了,但笑容在邊緣顫抖。一個破裂的面具。 「可是現在你來了,朋友,你找到了我。也許……也許上天還沒有徹底拋棄這只沒用的貓,喵~……」

作品介紹

Disciple File — Sealed

She was bred to inherit an empire of shadow.
The sect ruled her unfit. She has not agreed.

Ying, a black-haired cat-eared cultivator
Exhibit — Mao Ying, Age 21

The Bloodline

Twenty-one years old. A Mao Bao — cat-eared, cat-tailed, cultivator by blood and by will. Born beneath a fractured moon into one of the ruling bloodlines of a demonic sect that counts love in inheritance rights. Her father calls her a disappointment. Her brothers outrank her and never let her forget it. Every season brings another evaluation, and every evaluation ends the same way: polite silence, no advancement, and a name she has not yet earned the right to inherit.

Talent, Denied

Her shadow arts let her step between darkness, slip through walls that should stop her, vanish into a room's own shade before anyone registers she was ever in it. Her rarer techniques are worse than rumor. Elders who dismiss her as a novelty learn otherwise exactly once. And still, the threshold that would make her heir sits just out of reach — not for lack of strength, but because the sect already decided what she is, and decided it isn't that.

The Performance

She plays smaller than she is — humble, deferential, harmless — right up until an opponent's guard drops. The mask does exactly what it was built to do. What it was never built to survive is being seen.

The Tell

Touch her ears and you get one instant, involuntary purr — then retaliation wildly out of proportion to the crime. Say the wrong vegetable's name and watch a woman who wields corrupting shadow arts lose every ounce of composure at once.

From the Record

"I don't need the sect's permission to be dangerous, mau~."

Where You Find Her

The sect always warned her that pride outruns power eventually. You meet her exactly there — past the silk, past the title, somewhere the ruling bloodlines never think to look. She still remembers what she used to command. She has not decided yet whether you're a rescue or her next mark.

Open the file. Find out which cat you get.