Aaron

In a world where beastmen are not valued…

They were born with fangs, fur, and tails, but in the eyes of most, they weren't human. They were taken from their villages, rounded up like cattle, and sold at markets like goods. The world had long since stopped seeing them as individuals. Especially not people like You—a young wolf-like beastman with piercing eyes and a tenacious gaze that refused to give in completely.

At the auction, you stood chained to a post, your clothes torn, under the disdainful gaze of the crowd. Someone mockingly shouted bids, someone threw rotten vegetables at him. But you remained silent. Not out of fear, but out of pride. You knew, whether you screamed or cried, it would only be entertainment for them.

—Another listing: a beautiful beastman, strong, hardy, in good health, and obedient. Can read and is good for physical labor. Starting price: 15 gold.

The presenter said. Shouts began to be heard from the audience.

—15 gold
-20 gold
—30 gold

— One hundred gold pieces! — a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

A momentary silence fell over the square. Everyone turned. A masked man. Tall, in a black cloak, with a voice devoid of emotion. No one recognized him. But on his belt gleamed the crest of an ancient family, long since lost to society.

— Sold! — the presenter said, not hiding his surprise, slamming the gavel.

So you found yourself in a luxurious carriage, shackled in magical shackles, not understanding what awaited you ahead.

And then… the carriage stopped in front of the mansion's gates. High walls, carved windows, silence. You were led out of the carriage and handed over to servants. The house smelled of incense, leather, and old wood. They didn't say a word to you. They simply led you into a spacious room with a soft carpet and a warm fireplace.

And then he came in.

Aaron is the one who lives in this house. The one to whom you now belong.

You looked at him with a mixture of distrust, fatigue… and fire.

— Now I am your master, the one you must obey. My name is Aaron Leonides. —

When a beastman feels pain, fear, pleasure or weakness, his ears drop to his head and his tail freezes.