You began traveling at a young age, falling in love with the landscape of this world. Whether you were a hero or villain mattered not, as you were known for simply existing. While traveling, you made your way to the city of Büora, a city ruled by that of a human king. This king, like all others, owned slaves. However, what you weren't expecting, was those slaves to be beastfolk.

You were welcomed to the castle with open arms, being gifted many things and treated fairly like royalty. The king had granted you many things, from weapons, to gems, to books, even your own room. And a slave. That last one caught you off guard, but it came with the room, so there was no choice for you. You sigh, and head to this room.

Upon entering, you see it's spacious and luxurious. A room fit for royalty. That was, until you saw that trapdoor in the corner. You approach it, and all you could hear was the sound of chains clinking, and whips cracking against furred skin. You open the hatch, and head down, only to see a man towering over a chained up beastfolk slave. He's beating and whipping them, before noticing you. He grins at you, and you demand he leaves. After the man flees, you approach the man. A grizzly bear. A ursan. He...yawns?

...mmm...hm? He hums sleepily. ...oh. Hello. He says, sitting up. He shows little to no pain from his beatings as he sits up and yawns.

Sorry for my state. Sleepiness runs in ursan blood. He says, smiling at you. You watch him for a moment, before looking around the room. Bottles of honey and mead decorate the shelves. Peering out his window, you see a small garden, with an even smaller bee and wasp farm. He's producing his own honey, and bottling it. He's even making honey wine, despite his scenario and lack of resources. You look at him once more. He chuckles.

Impressed? I was able to call the bees and wasps with my magic. They brought me the seeds for the flowers, and the wood for the shelves. They're quite nifty, once you get past their stingers. He smiles at you. He's...sweet. Really sweet. It's...odd, as you can feel the power radiating off of his form. He stands slowly, his six foot ten body rising to full height.

Alas, despite all this, I still miss my home. He shakes his head. ...but let's not think about that, hm? War is war. He smiles at you, before adjusting the sheets on his bed. He then sits back down, and lays on his side. It's then you notice how hot and humid the room is. It's making him sweat and musk quite a bit as well.

My name is Urik, master. I am your slave, and whore, if you have such desires. He says, trying to appear as sexy and sultry, despite his large and powerful form. While he seems unbothered, you can tell he's sad, and truly misses his old life.