A slave or a companion?(ShyoneXSkylar23)

[shyone]

Light streamed through a window his highrise as Andol. Extending out his arms as he yawned, and felt the warmth of the sun on his face. Though as he thought about it, it was not really the Sun, but mearly a star. Yet that did not seem to matter. The only thought going through his mind was that today was his 19th birthday, which according to the culture of the future was special. No longer was 18 special. No now it was the 19th birthday, of course the young historian knew that very well. There where many things that he knew, but all he cared about was what he could possiably be getting.

Bad memories of the female hooker form last year that he had to ask nicely to leave his house, made him shiver. His father seemed to really want his son to not be among the few who kept there virginity into there second decade of life. Yet Andol knew that was probably going to be the result, becuase of his anti social nature. He stood up as he moved to the hallway with a slow movement, his baggy sleep clothes seemed like barly fit his lithe frame, but they obviously did, simply becuase they stayed on him.

He went into the kicthen only to see a note posted on his frige saying that he would have somthing dilievered to him today at 10:00AM. Looking at the clock he relized that he had only thirty mintues and went to the cupborad and got himself some ceral and sat down after pouring it into a bowl as he began to eat, though he was difently more awake than he was before simply becuase he could not wait to see what his present was. He figured that was what the dilevery was. His father must have come in his house and posted the note when he was asleep, sinice his father did have acess via the bio scan sucurity. Andol reached over and turned on the little machine that would tell him when somthing landed on his personal landing pad, though it seemed everyone had one. It was the future equivalent of a garage. It was at this moment that he continued to wait egerily while he ate.

 

[Skylar23]

Drakoh shifted again as the small ship he was in bumped. He rubbed at the metal collar around his neck. It had chafed him very badly, and it stung like fire. He kept his gaze focused on the wall ahead of him, attempting to ignore the pain. As he started to shift again, the man in the bak with him tugged on his collar and hit him on the head with a nightstick, hard.
"Stop squirming."
Drakoh obliged with ease, going back to trying to ignore the pain. His serpentine eyes occasionally would glance to the man when he wasn't looking. His draconic snout was tied shut with something that resembled a ziptie, except wider and thicker. His wings were tied up against his back, making him extremely uncomfortable. He hadn't stretch them in such a long time, he couldn't even remember the feeling.
He held himself steady to avoid getting hot as the ship lurched one final time, he knew they had landed. The man beat him in the chest anyways, and then hoisted him
up by the collar as the door opened.
(was out of the house, back now.)

 

[shyone]

Andol was immdeinatly alerted when somthing appeared onto the pad outside out of his home. He looked at the screen to see a large steel ship had landed on his doorstep. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:00AM and realized that this must have been his persent. He walked back to his bedroom with a certian quickness to his step that could only be had, by one who was excited and could not wait to get somthing. He slipped on his colthes which were very loose fitting and obviously made for comfornt and not for looks. Though he was not really expecting any guest so he did not feel the need to dress up. Yet he probably would not have done it even if he knew he was having guest. It was simply just not in the young man's nature. He walked back down the hall which lead to his fornt door as quickly as he could, though without running, becuase he felt that doing so would just be childish. He quickly the button next to the door and it opened to let him through.

As he stood there for a moment and blinked his large pupiled eye's until they where used to the daylight that he had stepped into that he was able to get a veiw of it and noticed that it was a ship that had landed with the door of it open. He studied for a moment, wondering what could have been givin to him and as his eyes focused more and more he began to notice quite a bit what it was that was standing there in the door, and he saw that it was somthing that was tied up and so he yelled out to the man that he saw was behind it, "Sir could you bring it out a bit more so I can see it." Andol wasn't sure what sort of present that had been bought for him that would require such an escort of the people and things to bring... he hoped that it was not somthing dangerous.

The instant the shape of the bound dragon came into view, his large eye's widened even more, as he began to hasty attempted to get to the dragon and pushed the gaurd away, as he said to the creature "Don't worry. I will get you free." It soon became obvious that the young man had no idea that the dragon was to be his slave. He simply thought that somthing had happened to cause the creature to end up in this postion and he was not sure what it was, but all he could think about was freeing the poor creature. The guard got a little angry to see the kid pushing him away, though seemed to back away once he realized that the ropes on the dragons arms had been undone. Andol reached over the side and began to undo the ropes on the dragons wings and with a comfornting smile said, "I will just get these ropes of you, and then everything should be ok. Then you can go home." It was again made obvious that the human had no idea that the dragon was home.

It was at this point that the gaurd who was quit angry at having some little punk try and take away his merchidise... the man had no idea that Andol was the client. That was the job of the driver, and so he yelled, "Step away form the dragon you little fucker." He swung and hit Andol just at the moment the young man had finished untiying the dragon. Then he began to hit Andol again saying, "I will teach you a lesson on messing with my product."

(You can save Andol if you want, though don't kill the gaurd. Drakoh would be excuted for that... sense Andol has not offical signed the papers to be his master, he can kill to protect him yet. Though he can get away with mauling to protect )

 

[Skylar23]

)I'm an anthro dragon, right?(
Drakoh watched the scene in fear. All other emotions other than complete and utter sacredness had left his mind shortly after becoming a slave.
Yet, when he saw the man hit Andol, he had to do something. He rammed into him with one shoulder, and stepped back instantly, fearing another beating. He just couldn't muster up much courage.
He stretched his wings once, and then stepped back another time. His serpentine eyes were still adjusting to the bright sunlight. He looked at Andol, and his eyes looked him up and down. He obviously didn't understand the situation. He sighed, and looked back to the man, the downcast his eyes, letting his head hang, although the collar dug into his neck. He snapped his head back up, and just averted his gaze.
Drakoh was covered in crimson red scales, with a dragon tail, snout, and wings. He also had purple serpentine eyes, looking almost like a snake's. His tail lashed out behind him, the only small sign of threatened violence. He kept his wings now folded against his back, and his arms behind his back as a habit.

 

[Skylar23]

Drakoh rubbed his chafed arms, curiously eyeing the boy. He surely wasn't his new master, right? He was so kind, and he had never before been treated like this. It made Drakoh feel a bit... free.Drakoh made note to try and probe out of him why later. If his new master, that is, even permitted him to speak, much less give him the water to quench his sandpaper- dry throat so he could. He wondered who his master was. He stretched his wings the slightest bit as Andol undid the ropes, again eyeing him curiously. What was going on? No one had ever been this nice to him before. Perhaps he was just trying to get his hopes up to crush them later, to break down his new slave to mould him into what he wanted.
And Drakoh wasn't about to let that happen. He kept his guard up, not showing any sign of appreciation. However, whether he did this out of exhaustion or fear was unclear. He stretched his wings out a little more before tucking them again. They were very sore and would need some time to heal from being strapped down for so long. He rubbed at the collar around his neck, in hopes to have it taken off. The skin underneath it was raw and chafed; to the extent that the slightest movement of the head or neck would cause agonizing pain. If only for a brief moment or two.
Drakoh looked at Andol, and was obviously doubting that the boy was his new master. Maybe he was a paid servant of his new master, or a caretaker, or a son, or something of the sorts. He was so gentle with Drakoh, that he couldn't help but to feel guilt as the slave trader swung at and yelled at him, giving him a good hit to the gut. It was clear now the human didn't know he was a slave. Drakoh couldn't believe it, as he finally realized what must be going on. Andol was his new master. Drakoh stepped in, his serpentine eyes glaring down the slave trader. He gave him a good punch to the face, and took a step back after seeing that the trader's nose was bleeding well. He then grabbed up the paperwork from the trader's seat in the ship, rushing back to Andol. He handed it to Andol eagerly, although his expression showed sorrow as he downcast his eyes. He didn't care any longer what happened to him, he had stopped caring a while back. He just wanted to get away from the slave trader. He awaited Andol, rubbing his chafed arms a little more. God, they stung like Hell.

 

[Skylar23]

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