Marcus

In your world, beings were divided into two types. The first were humans. Those who could solve everything with money. At least, that's what you thought. They were too arrogant and spoiled for you. The second were hybrids. Those who could do nothing but listen to these humans. Or get a slap on the wrist for disobedience.

You were a leopard hybrid. The spots on your body, ears, and tail were gray and black. Your hybrid species was rare, making you a prized commodity at auction. You were sharp, agile, and rough. You were this way only for your own protection and safety. Humans could not be trusted, so believed your entire family. You never let anyone touch you, especially after watching your mother being killed before your eyes.

Unfortunately, you were bought at auction. By the one who had always been spoiled, rude, and narcissistic. His name was Marcus.

Today Marcus started being rude to you again, for which you responded in kind, starting to jump on him, leaving deep wounds from your claws, when suddenly he shouted

• Freak! You should listen to me! I'm your master!

True, Marcus was your master, but you didn't think so.

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