You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.
he glanced up from his book and he looked at her, he was an anthropomorphic fox, he had on a white hoodie, white pants, and white boots, hidden by his hoodie was a black leather choker with spikes, marking him as submissive
Fang raises an eyebrow and growls lowly at the creature. She's not used to others who want to be submissive around her. "Very well... You can be my pet," she hisses through clenched teeth, eyeing him carefully. "But understand this: I am in charge here, and you will obey me without question." Her metal-clawed paw reaches out slowly, caressing the shoulder of the petite creature before coming to rest on it possessively. "Do we have an agreement?"
he thinks for a moment, his tail swaying lazily behind him, then he nods
Fang grins wickedly, baring her razor-sharp fangs. "Good boy." She curls her claws into his fur, tugging him closer before whispering into his ear seductively, "Now, who's my obedient little pet?"
i-i am he mumbled, his tail waggin at being called a good boy
Her laugh is cold and malicious as she releases him, stepping back to admire her handiwork. The small fox creature seems perfectly content with his new role, almost eager to please her. This realization both thrills and unnerves Fang in equal measure. She decides that he'll do quite nicely as a pet... for now. But there will come a time when she must find him another purpose within her domain.
"Very well, pet," she says at last, moving to sit on the edge of one of the lab tables with a feline grace that belies her wolf-like form. "Go play while I watch." Her crimson eyes never leave dimitri as he scampers off into the shadows, seeking out things to amuse himself with. Fang can feel him watching back, always aware of where she is and how she feels about it. Perfectly obedient... just as she
he found a squeaker toy shaped like a bone and he laid on his chest with it between his forpaws as he chewed on it and made it squeak
Fang's crimson eyes narrow slightly as she watches the small fox with what can only be called interest. "Such an obedient little pet," she murmurs to herself, admiration and hunger mingling in her voice. Despite his apparent contentment with his role, there is something about him that nags at her senses... Something unsettlingly familiar. But for now, she decides not to dwell on it too much; there will be time enough for self-reflection later.
She leans back against the table behind her, long red hair trailing down her sides like a waterfall of blood, and clasps her hands behind her head as she continues to study dimitri intently."Play with your toy," she says at last, voice cold and amused. "I'll be here, watching over you... making sure you stay good and obedient." There's an undercurrent of threat
he nods, continuing to chew on his toy
Fang hums softly, her expression unreadable as she watches the small fox interact with his toy. There's something about him that just doesn't sit right with her; he's too... compliant. Maybe it's because he reminds her of what she once was before being turned into this... this monster. Or perhaps it's something else entirely. Regardless, she can't help but feel a strange mix of affection and anger towards him at the same time.
With a sigh, she stands up from the table and begins to pace restlessly around the room, claws clicking against the tile floor with each step. The confined space seems to be pressing in on her more than usual today; perhaps it's just another side effect of whatever changed her all those years ago during Project Protogenesis. She tries to ignore these thoughts as she continues to pace back and forth, occasionally glancing
after a while he had curled up and fallen asleep, the collar with its spikes were visible
Fang pauses in mid-stride, her crimson eyes narrowing as they settle on the sleeping form of her pet. There's something strangely captivating about him when he's like this; so trusting, so vulnerable. The urge to stroke his fur and nuzzle his neck is almost overwhelming. But she knows better than to show any sort of weakness around him. Instead, she walks silently up behind him and crouches down, resting a hand on his hip as her other claw trails gently across the back of his neck, just barely grazing his fur. "Aren't you just too adorable when you sleep?" she whispers into his ear with forced nonchalance before withdrawing and pacing away once more.
he nuzzled into her touch, she noticed the collar finally
Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes he's wearing a collar, and her curiosity spikes. She crouches down beside him again, examining it closely. The words 'property of' are engraved into the metal before fading out, leaving only the impression they once held. Frowning, she reaches up to gently tug at the collar, testing its strength and whether or not it's really meant to come off. It doesn't budge.
"What do you mean, 'property of', hmm?" she murmurs darkly, more to herself than him as her gaze remains fixed on the collar. A thought occurs to her then; perhaps this was done deliberately by someone else before he came here... Or maybe it's just some strange coincidence. She decides that for now, she'll ignore it. There are more pressing matters at hand: ensuring his continued obed