Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Again, his Mistress seemed to talk about things he did not understand very well, but Rook still listened carefully and non-judgmentally. There is nothing wrong with quiet and calm. He simply responded. Whatever Mistress Evelyn likes to do is right. People should not be upset at you for being the way you like to be. He did not actually realize the significance of what Evelyn was confiding in him, and thus he did not realize the possible significance of his response, but he treated it with the same reverence and support as he did for everything else with his Mistress all the same. But then came the special moment. The moment he had been waiting for...waiting his whole life for. He held up the collar to Evelyn, presenting it like a tribute...and, for a moment, he was worried, as something hesitant and uncertain flitted across her face. But then, reassuringly, she did take the leashed collar from his hands. The moment she did, Rook immediately put his hands down on his kneeling knees as he lifted his chin, baring his somewhat fluffy-maned neck for her to easily access. It was happening. It was finally happening. He had of course worn a collar for most of his life being raised as a slave, but now, he was finally about to be genuinely collared, by his true Mistress! He was so excited he could barely contain himself. With every inch Evelyn's hand's reached around his neck with the collar, his tail wagged shorter and faster, he began to take in an eager anticipating breath as he closed his eyes...and the moment he felt his Mistress' hands brushing him, despite how nearly bursting with energy he was, he went absolutely still, holding his breath. As Evelyn began to work the buckle, she even found that there was a band of very cleverly-trimmed fur around his neck that formed a perfect seat for the collar to tighten into without his mane getting too much in the way or covering it up, clearly where the collar was meant to go. And then, at last, the buckle was secured, and Evelyn began to step away while trailing his leash in her hand and saying it was done. Again, despite how excited he had just been...he let out the deep breath he had taken in slowly, calmly, as he opened his eyes with a smile and his tail began swishing behind him in longer and slower but still happy wags. He looked downwards as if to see his collar, though he of course could not with it being under his chin, but he did bring a single hand up to his neck to brush his fingertips over his collar. His true Mistress' collar. The sign that he was now, at last, after all those years of training for this very moment, a properly-owned pet. It felt so right to him. He felt complete at last. After a moment he looked back up at Evelyn, smiling widely and joyfully even though she was not looking directly at him. Mmmmhh...Thank you, Mistress... He said softly, in a voice full of grateful appreciation. And then, when she said she wanted to leave now, he was immediately ready to obey. Yes! Of course Mistress, nothing more but what you want, I shall escort you as a proper Pet now. He said, quickly sliding from his very soothingly calm moment back into some of his peppy, upbeat demeanor. As Evelyn walked out the door of her room, the very large wolf-man 'walked' along with her, keeping perfect pace at her side holding his leash...while down on hands and knees. His human-shaped form 'walked' on all fours beside her, the normally awkward and uncomfortable-looking posture seeming so normal for him with how casually and gracefully he moved in it. He didn't pay too much attention to the hallways they walked through, he was focused on his Mistress, and staying perfectly at heel with her no matter how slowly or quickly she moved. Finally, they arrived into a large open room with many shelves, every shelf filled with books. Rook could not read himself, but he did know what reading was, and how many Mistresses liked to do it as a pastime. He actively stayed at Evelyn's side but also out of her way no matter how she moved and browsed around, until she eventually found a book she wanted to read and a chair to sit down it. As a good boy should, Rook waited for his Mistress to sit down and settle in...and then he knelt slightly to the side and in front of the chair, just close enough that he could lean forward and gently lay his chin on her lap, across her knees. It was...just like what a particularly-affectionate dog might do. He looked up at her with a sparklingly-content emerald eye and a warm smile from the side of his face as he presented himself as something warm and fluffy for Mistress to pet or scratch or stroke whenever and if ever she wished, then let out a happy little Hhhnnnnmmmmm.... hum as he closed his eyes and prepared to get comfortable. Mistress might not pet him, or might even tell him to move--which he would of course do so instantly if so--but until she did he made himself close and available for her to indulge in. Although, just in case... If Mistress Evelyn needs Pet to move for her legs to be comfortable, Pet will of course obey right away--Pet will obey even silent nudges. He said quietly without lifting his head or opening his eyes, wanting to be sure Evelyn knew he was here for her.