Thread: Unwanted Pet? (PsionicCuttlefish & zach74374)

The poor anthro girl was still clearly not in very good shape, with how she kept leaning into Bardon while he was tending to her, and wrapped her arms needily around him and leaned her head into his shoulder when he carried her. However, she was out of immediate danger now, so Bardon knew that what she really needed was just rest at this point. Lots of rest and good food until she was recovered. With how tightly she was clinging to him for comfort, he was almost sad to set her down in the bed and make her let go, but of course there was no way he was going to get into the bed with her--it would be completely improper, absolutely taking advantage of the weak and injured girl, and Bardon always made the effort to be a gentleman, even if he hadn't settled down with a girl of his own yet. Once he finished setting things up for the night and talked to Elaine one last time, he heard her weakly-whispered, but clearly heartfelt thanks to him as she looked up into his eyes with her large, glossy, shining jewels. Bardon smiled warmly back in the light of the candles and fireplace and nodded. You are very welcome. He replied, still with that comfortingly deep and smooth voice. Rest now. Bardon then walked away from the bed and over to the couch further away from the crackling, glowing fireplace, finally kicked off his boots, and wrapped into his own blanket on the couch. For Elaine, despite the lingering aches in her body even as the painkiller really set into her, this night was probably one of her most restful, ever. The bed was soft and comfortable. The blankets were thick. The nearby well-made fire was warm. Elaine was kept nice and pleasantly toasty all night long. No cold cages, or sleeping with a carelessly gropey Master who hogged all the blankets and bedspace and left little for Elaine. There was a soft, quietly whistling wind against the outside of the cabin, almost acting as a sort of lullaby. It would not be difficult for Elaine to fall into a deep sleep. The first thing that Elaine would likely be aware of was the sound and smell. A warm, mouthwatering scent of cooking eggs wafted into her nose, with an accompanying sizzling sound. The next thing she would be aware of was how she felt--still a little achey, but warm... very warm, probably more comfortably warm than she had ever remembered waking up. When she opened her eyes to look around, she would find herself in an unfamiliar log cabin, compared to her Master's bedchambers and cages for her that she was used to waking up in. Everything was well-lit with ambient sunlight. The cabin was certainly not the super-high-class rich and fancy room of her Master, but it had a cozy personal touch to it of knickknacks and functional tools. Looking around more, she would eventually lay her eyes on a man standing by a stove, cooking breakfast, yet the man was not her Master...he was Bardon, the man who had rescued her from death last night. He wasn't her old Master...he was her new Master. Bardon glanced over in Elaine's direction as she shifted in the bed slightly. Oh, you're awake! Good. I'll be over there in just a minute, stay comfy. He told her as he tended to the food.