Thread: Unethical Purchase

Lox noticed immediately that his puppy was wary of storms, assuming it was because her old home didn't get ravaged by such fierce thunderstorms with the frequency or intensity as his little island home but this wasn't a bad thing. It was an opportunity to better train her with a very simple threat that couldn't be easily gotten over, and leading her into the huge entrance way with a large double staircase leading to the second floor he guided her through the large corridors into his master bedroom. Still leading her along he placed his puppy in front of him and hugged her firmly into his body from behind, gently stroking his left hand down her stomach while his right hand caressed her left hip. Leaning down to nip the tip of her soft ear he reached out with his left hand and threw open the heavy curtains to show her what a fairly powerful storm looked like from the safety of his room. The view would have been breathtaking on a clear sunny day but the jungle surrounding his house looked nothing less than feral, hot streaks of lightning tearing across the sky and striking not too far from the mansion while giving glimpses of a dark thick jungle that was anything but inviting. This little puppy is a tropical storm, and they visit my home often enough during this part of the year as well as randomly throughout the rest. Understand that you can't escape this island without my help and I don't think you want to be outside in this kind of weather. With his last words a tree not too far off exploded with a strike of lightning, peppering and thudding into the windows that were made thick to protect the inhabitants of his house form objects thrown by the storm. He held her close against him to keep her from running away as he nuzzled the top of her head and whispered softly to her. I grew up with these types of storms puppy, and even I know that going out into one is more or less a death sentence unless your uncannily lucky or you know how to survive them without injury. You'll soon be learning a lot about living here and also the dangers that are always present outside of my house. I'd suggest you be a good puppy and stay at my side, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety if you decide to runaway into the jungle. Without a familiarity to these woods, you won't survive long or worse something else my decide your easy enough prey to make a meal out of. Though he was trying to keep her obedient his words were solemn and grim, he knew from experience how easy it was to get lost and how vicious other jungle dwellers were when they were hungry enough. He knew she couldn't escape his island but he was worried that if she tried to runaway something else might find her before he could, and the last thing he wanted was to loose his cute little puppy to something venomous or extremely territorial. Taking her away from the window Lox left it open as he kicked of his shoes and his damp cloths before slipping into bed with her and for once turning her to lay chest to chest with him. Once more he placed a pillow underneath her head to keep her comfortable and nuzzled the top of her head as he stroked his right hand down her back and tail but he did not sleep for a very long time as they lay there. Instead his eyes were riveted to the brutality of the storm just outside his window, and for tonight he did not force her to sleep with her facing the devastation occurring around his home. He gave her the chance to sleep comfortably against his body with her head against his chest so she wouldn't have to watch but from the way he was breathing and the strange curl and swish of his tail it was obvious the storm outside fascinated him greatly.