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Unwavering loyalty and affection.

The AU!Pet Person Meme (Shipping & Smut)
>> premise | |
Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a conscientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be. The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapiens. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed. Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human. So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?
With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master! |
>> how to play | |
Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies. So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon. Rules
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She wouldn't kill him as long as she was curious. "Sport. He'd put me on a chain, drag me out to hunt. Tried to make me kill."
True to his word there was something not entirely unlike a collar, iron and rough and bolted to his neck, the chain locked in place against the far wall. "Beat me when I wouldn't."
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Abruptly making up her mind, she stepped back a pace and barked over her shoulder, "Bring me cutters!" The corporal, nonplussed almost to panic, stammered back, "I-Is that w-wise, m-m'lady?" Before she could explode impatience and irritation all over the poor quaking Robillard, Irkenhard, the sergeant strode forward with a pair in hand, intimating she step aside.
Elle did so and the sergeant went to work, powerful shoulders straining as he strove to snap the thick, thick chain holding the cell door fast. An eternity later, the links gave with a resoundingly loud clang!, and Irkenhard actually stumbled, so hard had he been squeezing the blades together. The metal slithered to the floor with a sinister hiss, but Ellessa paid it no mind, working loose the bolt and pulling open the door.
Without fear she strode into the cell, halting just out of reach of those wickedly clawed hands. Now that she could see him properly, a brief moue of sympathy touched her features, to be smoothed once more by implacable will.
"No one deserves to die in here."
Holding out her hand, the sergeant slapped the cutters in her palm. Stepping forward, Ellessa paused only long enough to deliver a pointed look, a silent warning that if he attacked her, the Wardens without the cell would cut him down. Then she swiftly caught the chain halfway between the collar and the wall with the cutters, bore down upon the handles, and snapped the iron in twain, stepping back afterwards.
"There. While I cannot offer you vengeance, I can at least offer you freedom--whatever life you choose."