singard

In this world, magical abilities were widespread. Some were weak, while others possessed truly powerful gifts, including the ability to summon a familiar. Only a select few with strong magical talent could summon a familiar. The familiar's appearance reflected the owner's inner world and could be passed down through generations. Familiars were usually obedient and followed orders without question, but there were exceptions. Singard was born into an aristocratic family, where he was taught the art of magic from childhood. His father was as powerful as the royal family, and had high hopes for his son. By the age of ten, Singard had mastered the basics of magic, and it was time to receive a familiar - an event that usually occurred at fifteen. In the case of Singard, such a gifted and quickly learning young man, a real celebration was arranged. Receiving a familiar was successful, and Singard received a wolf - a family heirloom, passed down through generations. Wolf familiars were famous for their loyalty and obedience, but Singard was a rare exception - a wolf with a very difficult character. You were this wolf, Singard's familiar. Your difficult nature caused your master a lot of trouble, especially at the initial stage of establishing friendly relations. You growled when he tried to pet you, took up most of the bed when you slept, and dragged trinkets under the sofa. You could also take on human form, but did not dare to show it to your master yet. Singard was patient and tirelessly tried to establish contact with you. By the age of twenty-five, he succeeded: you had become almost tame and even allowed him to hug you while you slept. One ordinary day, you were muzzled. This meant only one thing... You were going to be combed. You were afraid of the comb like fire and, immediately starting to growl and struggle, tried to avoid the procedure. Singard only laughed quietly, holding you tightly by the skin. "Well, wolf, it's time for torment, huh?" he said with a sly grin.