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 concientious 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 sapien. 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?
 As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.
With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master! |
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bakerstreet2024-02-27 03:57 pm
Ai Hoshino ★ Oshi no Ko
Ai is, at least on the surface, a happy-go-lucky, ditzy and affectionate pet absolutely overflowing with love for her owner. She's kind of a pathetic failwife in a way that is acceptably cute and moe for about two weeks and becomes increasingly pathetic and alarming the more you realize just how utterly lacking in a lot of basic common sense she is. But she's a designer pet so that's all by design, right?
The truth is that she's actually a stray abandoned by her first owner and snatched up by Strawberry Productions to tidy up and sell. She passes easily as a 'designer pet' but is terrified of anyone finding out the truth. Has a lot of her same canon hangups about her inability to sincerely love, her self-percieved 'dirtiness' as used goods, etc because I could replace every instance of 'idol' in the OnK script with 'pet' and upsettingly little would change!!!
only interested in playing Ai as a pet here! open to owner+pet and pet+pet scenarios. not interested in any scenarios that overtly feature abuse or mistreatment but featuring/referencing it as a background element is fine
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you know what time it is
-sleep in,
-not even bother getting dressed past shorts and a t-shirt,
-and cuddle with his good-for-nothing rabbit, since she'll probably complain if he doesn't.
or something like that. not like he's ever gone more than a day without burying his face in her hair.
unfortunately, he's cut off at option number one by an (admittedly soft) cheek aggressively rubbing against his. he wakes up with all the grace he normally does, all but shoving ai aside as he sits upright. ]
What fucking time is it?
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Today's a little different, though. She's not stupid - she knows why. It's been coming on for a while and she's handled it before, without making any fuss like a well disciplined animal does. But when it comes on so strongly this time, much more than she expects...
It's a little hard to remember that she's supposed to behave herself.
When he pulls away, Ai sits up as well - and immediately shuffles in close again, butting her cheek against his shoulder, the side of his neck - anywhere she can reach to touch. ]
Does it matter? You don't have anywhere to be today. Don't leave.
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[ it's not even an attempt at an actual misdirection. it's just petulant "nuh uh"-ing, and they both know it. so rather than linger and let her get a word in, he says instead- ]
Maybe I'll go down and get some coffee at that one bakery. You can even have my leftovers, if you behave.
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"Oberon"'s cologne and a haze of indistinct perfumes. Other people, other women. It shoots right down past the logical part of her brain, right to the primal part where she's been keeping all the ugly, jealous feelings a good girl like her shouldn't be having.
They're together for today. But not forever. And he'll come back reeking like this over and over and over again.
Ai's lips part. ]
You're really horrible, you know.
[ Her lips press to his neck, just for a second, just where it joins his shoulder - and then they part and her teeth come down on his skin in a stinging bite. ]
1/2
[ it's a little nastier than usual. barely. really, she probably won't even notice over what's coming next. ]
Really, you should be-
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Oh, what the hell! [ he's shoving at her again - this time to roll over and pin her beneath him. ] What the hell is up with you? Rabies? Is it rabies?! I can't afford taking you to a hospital, you little shit, it better not be rabies!
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But look at that. He's finally looking right at her too. She has all his attention. ]
It's true, though! Isn't it? You are horrible. You come home stinking like that and I put up with it, and put up with it and put up with it and put up with it and then the one day I have with you, you're still leaving me all on my own-
[ Jealous, needy thing. Pathetic, clingy little creature. Wasn't she trained to be better than this? ]
So what else am I supposed to do?!
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That's not my problem.
[ that's unlike her. she's never like this, even if she must intend it on some level. has she finally let her true colors show...? perhaps, but even then, you don't just snap and tell someone everything you've been thinking. he knows her type well enough. he knows himself well enough.
which means there's something else going on. and when he looks into her eyes - those glassy, shaky eyes with their dilated pupils, focusing directly onto his - there's a genuine worry that crosses his face. ]
Hold still, you little shit. [ he moves to try and force her still - pinning her arms down, blocking one slender leg with his own, longer ones. ] Just what's gotten into you...?
[ ...he leans in close, trying to get a closer view of her eyes. he rests his forehead against hers, briefly assessing her body temperature. he doesn't even bother to look at his own injury - shallow enough that it'll heal, deep enough that there's a bit of blood. ]
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He really is cruel.
Her head's swimming. She's not usually this needy. She's not usually this hot and flushed and so utterly unable to think of anything but the ache no amount of discipline can train her to stop feeling. But of course, she's never had anyone to feel any of this for before. Has she?
This close, she doesn't smell as much of the perfume. Or the cologne. She just smells him and it makes her feel even needier and more shameless than before.
He already knows she's a useless little thing. He accepted her all the same. If she pushes her luck a little further, maybe he'll still accept her.
So she'll push. With her breath shallow and her face flushed, the moment he leans in close enough, Ai tips her face up in turn and
kisses him. ]
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(maybe that's just an excuse too. he's not all there right now. he's not fully cognizant. it's not his fault the way he flinches, then presses back against her. it's not his responsibility. it's not him, it's her, she's just-)
he jerks back, a bitter laugh escaping his throat. ]
So that's it? Just a little doe in heat? [ the hand at her wrists clenches tight - tight enough to bruise; his knee forces its way between hers, presses up against her. ] How did I miss it? You reek just like all the others!
[ he says that, at least. but it's impossible to miss the way he leans back in, inhaling shaky and deep at her neck - before returning a bite of his own. ]
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But it's not necessary. The instant he presses up against her, her voice pours out in a little mewl, relief and impatience all at once. It's followed by another, louder and almost shamelessly needy and with each point of contact between them, the little voice in her head reminding her of what a terrible idea this is gets a little bit quieter. ]
Don't talk about anyone else. [ Ragged as her voice is, it's a little sulky, too. Her arms wrap around his neck and she holds onto him. Tight. ] Just for once, I want to be the only one you're looking at. I'm tired of you coming home and smelling like everyone else who wants you.
[ She squirms up against him, thighs pinching tight around his knee in a transparent plea for more friction. It's the least she deserves when she's been patient for this long, isn't it? ]
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[ but even as he says that, his movements betray just what he's thinking. the way he presses his knee against her, hard and rough and still hesitant in some way... the way he bites at her neck and drags out a hickey, only to lick and nip at it when he pulls away...
she's not just the prettiest in the crowd. right now, no one else might as well exist. ]
How long have you been planning this, you little minx? [ one hand drops down under her, grabbing at her ass and squeezing with near-desperation. ] What, did you even think about it in bed with me?
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It's not fair. She doesn't want them on his mind for even a second. ]
I wasn't planning anything, I wasn't- [ Lie. Truth. She hadn't planned anything, but she'd sure thought about it entirely too many times for a supposedly well-behaved pet. ] But you still smell like that place even now, even when you're supposed to just be with me...!
[ She's kissing him even as she speaks, his cheek, his jaw, his throat, anyplace she can reach. One melts into a lick that she drags down to the bite, the spot she'd marked with her teeth and she soothes the sting of it with her tongue. At least nobody else can say they've left a mark on him like this. ]
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Hard to believe when- when you're humping my leg. [ is she? he's not even sure himself. his own hips are grinding back, trying to eke out just as much sensation as she is. his voice trembles with each little kiss; his hand drops down, shoves under her shirt to fumble at her breast. ] What do you want me to smell like, huh? Sweat? Takeout? A rabbit?
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[ The answer comes without hesitation and before she says anything else, her teeth close on his throat again. Another bite, hard enough to draw blood and to leave a mark that can't be mistaken for anything else. Even as the blood wells, she's licking at it and then her mouth travels up, chasing the line of his jaw until she finds his ear - and nips at that, too. ]
Even if it's just once. Everyone else gets to have you all the time, even though I'm the one who wants you the most! So just this once, just this once...!
[ She's still shamelessly arching into his touch, her body squirming to press into every point of contact between them, so greedy for more that she's forgotten how to be embarrassed about it. Why should she be, when he's finally touching her and he's finally looking at her? If this is what it took, then she should've gotten to it a lot sooner. ]
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[ and he sounds angry enough that he might do it, too. especially when he suddenly dips down, around from her neck to the front of her throat. just like that, his teeth are around her jugular - larger, stronger. a threat display. a dominance display. ]
Do you see anyone else here, dumbass? [ his voice is low and husky, vibrating against her throat. was it always that low? did he always sound that rough? ] So stop whining. I'm not going anywhere.
[ it's bold of him to say that, even as he draws that knee away. but then, he doesn't even wait a second before pawing at her shorts, trying desperately to get whatever cloth is between them off of her and out of the way. ]
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He's always been kind of a bully. She didn't know she'd like it quite as much as she does when he bullies her like this. ]
Aah, I'll... I can do it, just...
[ Now she's the one impatiently fumbling, reaching down to tug at her shorts with trembling hands to try and get them the rest of the way off. She's in such a state she can't get it done quickly enough for her liking and another of those impatient, needy whines comes up from her throat, frustrated and low. ]
Wh-why did you buy a pair like this, anyway?!
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[ enough. there's a growl in the back of his throat as he reaches down, hooks a finger under her waistband and yanks. the button rips, tears free, tumbles somewhere in the room he hasn't bothered to clean (and likely never will). he finally unzips, forces underwear and denim alike down, and-
well, let's be honest. this is right about the point that he should be chickening out. it's not like he's got any experience with this sort of thing - the awkward, lovesick virgin that he is. but thankfully, the heat of the moment's gotten to his head, so he's not even thinking as he grabs her shoulder and flips her over. ]
There. On your belly. [ cruelly, casually, playing the same awful role as always: ] That's what you really want, isn't it?
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So, onto her belly she goes. And even though she's less exposed like this, she suddenly feels a hundred times more vulnerable - the tender nape of her neck is completely bared to him like this and she knows exactly what he can do with his teeth at her throat if he wants. Her heart picks up speed at the thought but she knows full well that the feeling making it beat so fast absolutely isn't fear.
Another meek little noise burbles out of her throat but this time, words follow - in the sort of dazed, needy voice that makes it clear she's well beyond second guessing her words right now. ]
It... it is, but...
[ Who cares anymore? When she's this exposed, when he knows what sort of creature she is - when she's already this shameless, what shame is there in lifting her hips to present herself properly, legs and tail twitching and quivering.
Her voice trembles on a plea - a word that hasn't come out of her mouth in so long but tumbles out of her so naturally right now; ] M-Master, please... I'll be good, so don't... Don't make me wait when I need you this much...
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she lifts her trembling hips and calls him master. and just like that, the last bit of doubt clears away.
his forces his own pants down, out of the way. they're too tight. suffocating. they're yet another layer keeping him away from his
lovergirlfriendperfect littlepet, an unacceptable separation when all he can think about is being with her and next to her and inside her. ]What an obedient little pet! [ it comes out breathless, almost manic in its tone. he speaks without thinking, collapsing into the role completely. ] And so honest. Good girl, Ai-
[ he's on top of her. his chest, sunken and thin, fits perfectly along her spine; his thighs press against hers, the flesh of her rear flush against his hips. he fumbles beneath her shirt, grabs at a breast while fruitlessly thrusting-
-and then, just like that, things angle just right and he nearly cries out. he can feel her all around him. he can barely breathe over the sensation, the warmth, the way her tail tickles below his bellybutton. his voice trembles when he says- ]
Such a good girl, Ai.
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Is this how it's supposed to feel, then? When you want it this badly and someone's happy to give it to you? The praise feels almost as good as all the rest of it, too. She's a pathetic little pet, needy, used goods and she never gets anything right. Even with him, she's always messing up and making mistakes. But even though she's making such a display of herself right now, even though she's behaving so badly, she's somehow still a good girl. The sound of it makes her whole body clench up tight, warm and wanting and so pathetically desperate to please. ]
I'll be good, I'll keep being good, I promise -
[ It bubbles out of her even though she knows better than to promise that. But she thinks that even if she misbehaves, he might forgive her. ]
I'll be good, so don't stop - love me like this even more, please, Master-
wanderer | genshin impact | ota
anyway, purebred/designer pet. unlike the rest of his 'family', he ended up not maturing fully and appears small despite being an adult. as a kitten, he was too soft and skittish to present himself properly in pet shows, which led to him eventually being abandoned. he lived his life as a stray until getting picked up. by then, his personality changed.
prissy and arrogant, but not too much of a handful. he is able to look after himself well. antisocial, but if you're his owner, he's surprisingly affectionate in a 'i'll quietly spend time with you and bring you gifts' way. a very picky eater! will refuse to eat if you don't give him his favorite food. he also won't hesitate to swipe at you or bare his fangs if you make him upset. otherwise, wanderer enjoys grooming himself and lounging outside.
this is obvious, but he'd be a black cat hybrid! his nails are also painted black to match.
an owner that he would respect and care for would have to be patient and kind, or vibe well with his inherent tsundere characteristics. he wouldn't attest to this, but after having been deprived of affection for a majority of his life, he secretly desires it very much.
open to shippy and smutty prompts; for the naughty ones, i can play him as a top or bottom. prefs and kinks are in his journal. )
stelle | honkai star rail
The first as a pet, she would be a racoon that has been abandoned by her former owner, becoming a stray. However, she has amnesia; outside of her name - Stelle - she has no recollection of her life as a pet. In spite of those circumstances, however, she doesn't really seem to be bothered too much about it.
She's a rather good pet to those who take good care of her: she's protective of those she's close to - whether they're her owner or other pets and curious about the world around her to the point where she wants to learn basically everything. Be warned, however: she has a tendency of looking through the garbage and having shitposts come out of her mouth.
As a owner, her personality doesn't really change much. She's more than likely to adopt pets that have Been Through Shit, and she will spoil and take care of them very much. I'm thinking of leaning into Star Rail's setting for her as a owner, so the idea of her having found said pet in either: 1) a world where this sort of thing is common or 2) the IPC trying, yet again, to sell her a 'product', whether it's in conjunction to another faction/group/company or otherwise would be neat.
Pets that are owned by Stelle would end up travelling in the Astral Express with her - a train that goes to many varying planets.
Of course, if you want to go a completely Different Route - i.e: a straight up AU for Stelle as an owner, I can cook something up.
Let's discuss first before smut - but here is my kink list for your perusal if it comes to that. )
himeko inaba ♡ kokoro connect
she tends to work well with those with personalities that are similar to her own: those who tend to hide their personalities under a cold 'mask' or those who are rather protective of her and are willing to understand her better.
ask first before any smut, and feel free to discuss with me any specifics as needed! )
kana arima | oshi no ko
a more out of the box option: she is neither a pet or a master; instead, she is an ordinary human who works with pets in the acting industry- she's a famous child actress who soon outgrew the 'child' part, so a lot of the roles she's been getting have been a little more... not so great. sometimes she'd work with pets whose owners have decided to have them in the industry as well, or sometimes she'd work with pets in order to imitate them for a role.
the other option here is that kana herself is a pet- a red panda. she used to have a loving, doting master who thought she was cute but then she got Too Old for her master's tastes and was basically abandoned. she still continues to try and do her best as a pet, but nobody wants to pay any mind or notice; after all, people don't care for red pandas. they'd much prefer dogs, cats, or rabbit-based pets.
i'm pretty open here, feel free to ask if you have any questions or further plotting. ask first before smut, please. )
Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II - OTA20+
Dion Lesage | Final Fantasy XVI | M/M for ships OTA for gen
Dion can be very loyal, both for good owners and owners who are great at pretending to be good. He does best as a working pet, such as a bodyguard or something similar, whether that's all he does or simply a front. )
as discussed ;*
The 'something worse' often broke upon the blade of her military. A price for being a relatively peaceful - but not passive - civilization in a largely untamed universe. Mara Sov was a just queen, and generally benevolent as far as celestial deities went, however she was also willing to meet brutality with her own might when it proved necessary in order to protect her people and those who sheltered beneath her wings.
While the latest rescue still seemed a bit on the prickly side, Mara remained undaunted. She understood the weariness and distrust. The reports she obtained on the warlord that had held his leash were sobering, but not unsurprising. The world held as much cruelty and deceit as it did wonders.
She had done what she could to make clear she was not like the others. There were no chains that bound him, nothing to hinder his wings. A set of rooms in her private wing of the palace had been designated for him. A chance at privacy and the dignity that he deserved, the same as any sentient being. She kept distance the first week or so, wanting to give him some time to adjust. To see how he would take to such a change in care.
But, she was queen. And he, a condition of victory. It was by her good graces he lived and her grace he would serve at least for the time being. Provided he didn't prove untrustworthy himself. He wouldn't be the first to bite the hand that offered a more gentle service, but she had hope such would not be the case here.
As Mara came to his door following an afternoon briefing she politely knocked, but let herself in after a few moments pause.
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What happened to a bond that was not properly nurtured? Could it wither?
The place Dion found himself in now was prettier than before. The air was fresh and the sunlight constant. There was nothing tethering him to the floor or walls. Even the balcony doors were unlocked. Dion could take to the skies whenever he liked, could even flee.
The dragon hadn't even stepped out, his wings remained stiffly shut and pressed close to his back out of habit. He spent the week growling whenever meals were brought and keeping his distance, eating mechanically and waiting. He'd expected to die the same as the other soldiers, he hadn't even surrendered--not that he'd had the choice. Was that why he'd been spared? It didn't make sense to Dion.
At least he hadn't destroyed much. The bed was ruined, sheets ripped away and the mattress gutted to make a nest more akin to what he was used to, but Mara would find him seated almost politely at the dining table when she arrived, tail curled around his legs and staring. Waiting.
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Her gaze swept the room, taking note of its state. The bed wasn't a surprise, its condition having been passed along to her by one of the staff. For the time being she had seen no point to order it replaced; it would only be undue stress and he was likely to do the same again.
When her bright eyes eventually fell on him Mara regarded him quietly for a moment before walking over. She was dressed rather casually, as she tended to when no public appearances were needed; nothing ornate, no jewelry save a simple necklace, no cloak or cape but a simple purple sash tied at her waist that almost gave the illusion of a skirt with how near it trailed to the floor in the back. Her steps were sure but equally casual, not a harsh or impatient stride over to meet him.
She didn't even directly approach, in fact, instead moving to take the seat at the table opposite of him. Another quiet courtesy. As she lightly rested her arms upon the table, her attention was all for him.
"I hear you haven't gone outside." A few of her guard were concerned he was going to try and escape, fly off, at any moment. "Does it not suit you? Do you prefer the indoors?" Were you not allowed out freely? is the hidden question in her words. She too wondered if his wings were in good enough condition for such things, but to find that out would require trust. Well, it might not require it but she would prefer it to be present.
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"You speak as if I would not be brought down the moment I tried," he said, accusing through the rumble in his throat. His wings gave an agitated twitch but remained tucked close, his tail slowly unraveling to spread over the floor behind him. "There are guards posted below."
There had to be, even if Dion could not see them. That was how it worked. Common cats and dogs, even those trained as extensively as Dion had been, could be trusted with petty little freedoms. They were bred to remain loyal, were easy to care for with little relative need...but a dragon...Dion had been told often of his wild and feral nature. That his master had been a brave soul indeed to risk keeping him, let alone raising a hand in praise or punishment. He was lucky to have been kept rather than shattered, still in his egg upon being found.
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Mara regarded him, noting the tension. How much of that was genuine, she wondered. How much of it was based on lies, how much was fear of the unknown. Some found comfort in their chains; some knew no other way to be. It was still early, and she had hope he wouldn't be too resistant to change. She just needed to coax him to at least give it a chance.
"Guards pass through the courtyard on their patrols, yes. But what reason have I to station any below your balcony? Are you going to harm my people?" There was no accusation in her tone or suspicious look on her face, remaining conversational. As she continued Mara gestured toward the balcony doors with one hand, though she didn't look away from him. "No one is posted below waiting to harm you. Go look for yourself if you don't believe me."
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She's proven herself strong enough not to need such demonstrations, of course.
"The war is ended," Dion says in answer, though he does not sound fully certain. He has no intention of harming anyone, the only reason he'd have to do so would be under orders...and his master can no longer give them. Beyond that, revenge is a human quality. Beasts such as dragons care only for defending themselves, if there is no clear and obvious threat then they are content to leave well enough alone. Though in circumstances such as these, the dragon's bond to his master forcibly severed no matter how weak it was, and faced with the person responsible...
Dion can see the appeal of vengeance, even if he does not feel it's draw.
At her invitation he remains seated, though two of his eyes dart away, eyeing the balcony in question. For a long moment it might seem as if he's not going to move but there are shifts in his posture: his tail dragging against the floor and lifting before his legs bend and he stands. Talons click with each step, part of his gaze remaining fixed on Mara until he's certain she isn't going to try and follow him, only then does he put his back to her and opening the balcony doors.
The balcony isn't massive but it doesn't need to be. Big enough for him to step outside and open his wings (though he does not) and a railing strong enough to support him if he were to stand on it and leap into the sky. Instead it's his clawed hands that grip, Dion bending over to look at the grounds below.
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Though Mara is careful to keep it out of her expression it pleases her when he finally rises and makes to inspect the balcony. She makes not even a slight move to follow or otherwise move from where she's seated. If she were worried he would suddenly take brash action then she wouldn't have led his attention there. And if he did surprise her? She would simply have him tracked down and returned, and go from there. He might be sky-worthy but she doubted he was space-worthy.
The courtyard is more practical than grand, though there's plenty of greenery and flowers to add life to the area. At the moment it's quiet, and notably absent of anyone armed. Merely one of the palace gardeners off on the far side planting new bulbs to replace those that hadn't made it through the winter.
Mara turns her head to watch him but she doesn't say anything or caution him to behave, lightly folding her arms on the table as she patiently waits.
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The air moves. Dion feels it against his scales, cool against the warm sunlight. Against his better judgement two of his eyes slide shut as the breeze picks up, running through his hair.
Instinct calls and Dion tightens his grip on the railing in response, even as his wings finally unfurl. They are massive, even for a fully grown dragon. Easily large enough to carry his own weight and then some, be it prey to be carried off and consumed in safety, or enemy soldiers about to be dropped on the field below. Efficient enough that Dion could soar for hours if he wished, crossing miles and miles, away from this place, away from any...
Yet his claws remain locked on the balcony rail, his tail hooked around the doorway as an added measure. Habit or fear or both, it's difficult to tell them apart. Still, Dion can't resist the urge to stretch his wings if not take full flight, so after some long moments of holding them open and giving a few cautious flaps (which may or may not have frightened off the gardener), Dion tucks the wings back in and retreats from the open air. The look he gives Mara from the doorway is even more confused, now weary from having to fight his own instincts as well as keeping his guard up.
"I do not understand," he admits. "What is it that you want?"
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The confusion he directs her way makes her hope that it will be sooner rather than later that he could be trusted to fly freely, and that he would feel the confidence to do so.
"To offer you a better life." Mara replies simply, no matter that she knows her words won't be accepted so simply or perhaps even understood.
"The prior conflict complicates things, I understand that. As I understand that what you may be accustomed to is not how I treat people, even those such as yourself. War made you a prize but it is not my intent to treat you as a prized possession."
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"'Complicates things'...?" Dion hisses, the anger that Mara had been partly expecting finally revealing itself, driven by a surge of grief. "Am I meant to accept this in trade for my master's blood?"
He gestures to the open window and the tattered nest of a bed, taking a step forward as his wings tremble with the urge to flare.
"Why even leave me alive?!" he demands to know.
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Terence made the decision to adopt a pet shortly after moving to new city to find a job away from his family and old home. He thought having some company at home would help him get used to the new place and feel less lonely as he works on setting up his new life.
He passed the screening process at the pet shelter and showed up to choose his new companion, expecting to come home with a cat or a dog. Never would he have thought to attract the attention of a much more fearsome resident of the shelter. The staff was as surprised as he was, trying to discourage the dragon from following him, because who even is experienced enough to keep a dragon, of all the pets? Certainly not a regular guy like Terence who has never kept a pet before. And yet, the dragon would not be convinced. Eventually the staff decided to just let him go with the human he chose and hope for the best.]
I know this might be not what you are used to, but uh, welcome to your new home.
[What was his life before he ended up in the pet shelter? Terence had no idea, but dragons are not exactly everyday pets. He definitely had some sort of history.]
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And now they arrive at home. Dion has to duck his head a little to get through the door, his horns elegant in their height but impractical for apartment life...as are his wings which Dion quickly decides to keep tucked close lest they knock into Terence's furniture. Even his tail has to remain curled around his clawed feet rather than left to sprawl.
All that aside, it smells like Terence does. Dion's wings relax, even as they remain close. ]
...I like it.
[ The dragon takes a few further steps inside, looking around the living area and approaching a window. It can be opened, leading out to a fire escape--but the window itself would be a tight fit for his wings. Dion looks over his shoulder at his new master, the first traces of uncertainty entering his expression.
He wants this to work, he wants Terence to keep him, he decided it the moment their eyes met. Something about the way the human looked at him...but... ]
Do you have access to the roof?
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…except that nobody could have foreseen the situation turning out this way, not him, not the shelter staff and possibly not the dragon himself. Unless the stories of them being gifted with some kind of clairvoyance were true, in which case he might have been the only one who saw this coming.]
Roof… I do not… [Terence’s face turns into a frown.] But I do know that there is a stairway inside the building that leads there. I don’t have the key though… I will talk to the administrator of the building first thing tomorrow and settle this matter. I am sorry for not having anything ready for you…
[Yet another one of these. Maybe a normal guy like himself was ill-equipped for taking care of a dragon after all.
Stop thinking like this. Of course he was ill-equipped for this, there was no way he wouldn’t be. But he would still try and make it work.]
But I promise you, I’ll do what I can to make this place more comfortable for you.
[He kicks a few smaller items away from the center of the room so there is at least some space for the tail. This flat will need a grand remodeling.]
They told me at the shelter that your name was Bahamut, is that how I should call you?
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Straightening, Dion turns away from the window, watching with some bemusement as Terence hurriedly makes more room. He smiles at Terence's promise, inclining his head with graceful gratitude. ]
Your presence is already of great comfort. [ And then he looks up, a hint of a smile on his face. ] Though being able to stretch my wings will help, as well.
[ He could take off from the sidewalks, but being able to jump from an already high vantage point was not only easier, it was less likely to draw attention from nearby humans and potentially frighten them. His previous home had been a large estate with a great deal of empty land to soar over...but he still learned that there were some humans who were not comfortable around pet dragons, no matter how thoroughly trained.
Dion tries not to think of the home he was banished from...though it cannot always be helped. Such as when Terence asks after his name. His expression twists a little, suddenly a struggle to remain neutral as he answers. ]
Bahamut is the name my first master gave me. [ Imposing and regal, it suited him. It still could, he supposes... ] I would answer to it still.
[ Dion shifts, taking a step closer to Terence. His tail gradually uncurls, trailing behind him more naturally. ]
Unless you wish to give me another?
elphelt valentine 🍀 guilty gear 🍀 OTA
As the pet: a designer pet bunny, but given she was designed for her prior death metalist owner, she is tougher and more jacked than one may be expecting from her bunny. This might make her habit of acting like a dog make some sense. She will be absolutely dedicated to her owner to a fault and (not so subtly) treat her owner as more like a husband (regardless of gender!) and herself a wife in both her fantasies and her behavior. She will grind right up against that line owners and pets aren’t supposed to cross and stick her bunny footsy right over it. But it’s forbidden, so she would totally never, ever do anything serious (unless..........!).
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kaveh | genshin impact
as an owner, he's the type to put his pet first. doting, sweet, caring, and likely easily manipulated if the pet he takes in or adopts is the type for it.
as a pet, he's a lion with a very similar personality. a good comfort pet. could be that he was adopted as a stray or rescued from some unsavory situation he ended up in.
either option has the possibility of being a bit snappy and/or argumentative with certain personality types, but it's much more likely that he'll be nice. ]
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Lmk if this is ok, needs changes etc
But while he was an unusual species-a deer-he was no young soft thing, which is often what people wanted in a pet.
While he was treated decently, the shelter was little more than a prison, and being on the older side often spelled a sentence to be shipped off to work farms and the like if he wasn’t selected in a timely manner.
Another adoption day came but he hadn’t any hope of being picked so he slept on his mattress on the floor, hat pulled over his eyes, until the bars of his door was knocked upon by an employee. “Hey, you got a visitor” they said. Arthur tilted his hat up to see who.
this is great, thank you!
Eventually, after a lot of back and forth with himself, he changed careers and his living situation. Things finally reached a point where he felt stable enough to manage more than just himself. And that was what led him to the shelter that day.
He questioned those working about the strays within, about who was there longest, who was least likely to be taken home. His line of questioning led him to an older deer and he stood there as he was announced, watching curiously as Arthur tilted his hat.
Kaveh smiled at him in greeting, stepping up to the door. "Would you like to come home with me?"
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“Seriously?” He asked. Then he slowly sat up, standing eventually.
Thanks to being sick for so long he’d lost some weight, but he was still tall and broad shouldered, a bit roughed up with sun splotches and scars from living rough on the streets. But he was in decent health now, antlers hidden beneath his beat up hat, though his shell-like ears were semi perked in interest.
He stepped closer to the bars. “Why you want me? I ain’t no soft little thing mind you.”