
A Deadly Beauty
Well hello there. My name’s Nina Malkavian, but my friends all call me Nine, courtesy of an uninspired nickname from one of those friends. Still, it’s a pretty cute name, so I think it’s great for me. If you couldn’t tell, I’ve got nine tails flowing around behind me. A rare trait among the vulpine race of Canasus, only one in a thousand are born with these nine beauties. In ancient times, it was a sign of greatness, a mark of superiority, and it was the pinnacle of beauty. Heh, maybe they were on to something?
Ah, but this is about me, so where to begin? Hmm, well on the topic of Canasus that’s where I was born, to an upper-class family. One of those decadent and strict families; behaving like assholes all the time while trying to control every aspect of my life. To say it was an awful experience growing up would not be an unfair assessment, though there were some benefits. Melee combat is a respectable art to learn on Canasus, and it was something I excelled at. Plus, their obsession with perfection meant I was given access to top tier genetic engineering.
I also learned how to sneak around since I snuck out of my gilded cage so often; which is also how I learned how to sweet talk people. Useful skills to have, especially when I finally decided to cut loose and go it on my own. Course, I did abscond with these two vibro-blades, as well as a small portion of the family fortune. Got on a transport and left the place behind, haven’t looked back, haven’t talked to them since my departure. I wandered around the galaxy for a brief stint, before I came across someone who had a very interesting offer for me.
That’s how I wound up with the Null Wraiths. And while I was with them I got better. I became a master of seduction, infiltrating locations and getting anything, with just a few waves of my tails. It became a thrill doing the jobs, and the greater the challenge the more satisfying the climax of the mission. Heh, but there was more than just the rush of a job, the Wraiths are where I met my friends, including the half of a twin pack that gave me my nickname. It’s also how I met the dashing hound Noxsu, a name he got courtesy of me.
We went around doing jobs for a while, but eventually Noxsu wanted to set out on his own and reclaim the past he had lost. It was sad to see him go, and more than a bit scary to imagine him being all alone in the galaxy. My little wolfy was adamant in his desire, and he didn’t want to keep juggling that with his loyalty to us. He at least still keeps in contact with me, and he’s not bone headed enough not to ask for help if he needs it. Still, I worry about him a lot.
Oh, but listen to me ramble on when I’ve got work to do. Take care now cuties.
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Artwork © me :3
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1200 x 900px
File Size 272.6 kB
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