Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

The maid blinked as sweet, soft-spoken Princess Evelyn snapped at her. The maid had never even heard of Evelyn snapping like this at anyone, she was always the most quiet! But, the merely clasped her hands in front of herself and nodded again. As the Princess commands. She replied softly, and walked around Evelyn to head back down the hallway and continue her normal duties. She sighed once out of earshot. It really was a terrible shame that it looked like Princess Evelyn was going to get rid of her new present. Such a waste... Rook was still letting out that long, drawn-out, canine whine when he heard the door his head was facing away from open again. This time the scent he picked up wasn't one of the servants who had helped groom and prep him for presentation, instead it was his... Mistress ...the thought of which made something inside his chest clench terribly, now...but even if this was the end, he would still be the very best Pet he could be. He sucked in a breath and the whining stopped, though his body continued trembling noticeably. After a few moments, he felt one of his shackles being unlocked, then his others. He didn't move at first, nor did he turn his head to face his Mistress, and instead waited first for her to speak. When she did...each word was like a nail hammered into his heart. And yet, oddly, hearing it laid out so clearly and plainly...it didn't hurt any less, but it was almost calming. The worry about the ambiguity of his Mistress' initial reaction and the uncertainty of his future were all gone. His future was set, now. It was done. There was no need to worry about it anymore. The huge wolf-man's body stopped trembling while Evelyn spoke. When she told him to get off the bed, he began complying immediately, sliding himself off the bed slowly and calmly, his tail completely motionless...and smoothly went down to his knees, leaned forward, tucked his head in to his chest, and leaned into a deep bow to press the top of his head and his hands on the floor, while also tucking in his tail behind him. At no point did he let his eyes fall on Evelyn--he was not worthy to look upon her. He remained in this curled-up bow while Evelyn finished speaking. Once she was done, he finally spoke up. His voice was...a little on the deeper end, but oddly not as deep as one might expect from a male so large. I...I understand. He began. His words were soft, and slightly muffled with how his head was turned inward. Mistress...is rejecting Pet. Pet...did something wrong, is a bad Pet...Pet is not good enough, not worthy of Mistress...Pet will go away, f...forever... He was able to keep is voice steady, but it wavered slightly on the last word. Mistress...is still upset, so...p-please, Mistress...do you wish to punish Pet, bef-fore Pet goes away, forever? Punishing bad Pet will make Mistress happy...Mistress being happy is the only thing that matters... He spoke slowly, only occasionally stumbling in his words. Some of them were a little difficult to say, even after all his training...but even if he had done something wrong and was a bad Pet, he would do everything he could to still be a good Pet, until the very end. He was not fit for a royal after all, but the only purpose of his life demanded nothing less. Last edited Oct 23, 2018