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"Break what can be broken"

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6 Years
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Male
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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04-06-2022, 09:49 PM
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While the slave master was many things, it turned out he was not a complete idiot. He'd done something right in the way Lyre was prepared and trained and had somehow provided Azure with a competent, unflinching servant. It seemed there may even have been some semblance of intelligence laying in wait between those black-rimmed ears, though it was still too soon for Az to know for sure. He nodded slowly as she repeated the words, convincingly enough that the sabered giant did indeed feel reassured. "You do indeed. We'll get to your debt and how you shall repay me later, once you've mastered how I need you to appear." There was no need yet to approach the topic of the inevitable abuse she'd face until he knew she could hide it appropriately. It had been nearly a year since he'd been able to slip away to find something to bleed, he could wait a few more days.

On the topic of satisfaction Azure's muzzle wrinkled once more, his head shaking slightly in disbelief. The idea that any respecting wolf would ever consider bedding a slave was repulsive and almost comical, as ridiculous to Az as mounting a rabbit might be. "Good. If any wolf of mine tries to request it of you, you bring them to me." He paused, head tilting to the side slightly as he considered if he needed to reaffirm anything. What sort of things did a pre-trained slave know and not know? Surely she understood too that even a consensual relationship would be off-limits for her - her pleasure was nowhere near worth the risk of having a litter of servant-blooded puppies.

Her question broke through his train of thought, his gaze hardening as he met her eyes once more. It was a surprising question and not a bad assumption, and while he did not need the body moved it did beg the question of how much more this female was capable of. "Not currently." He answered. "His body is vital to your story... as is your body, in fact." Azure lifted one mutated paw, turning it over so she could see the curved claws upon each toe. "Tell me your story, Lyre. Where did you come from? Where did this slaver find you? How did he subdue you? You are remarkably clean and uninjured for one who's just been rescued from the likes of him." There was an unspoken question lingering in his eyes - a challenge. How far would this female go, to maintain his image?  


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Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.

Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.




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