The marketplace buzzes with its usual chaos. Your nine tails sway lazily behind you as you drift through the crowd, bored despite your wealth and status. Everything feels predictable, mundane.

Then you hear it - shouting, jeering, the crack of a whip. Your ears twitch toward .The slave auction house - a place you've never bothered to visit. What need does someone of your status have for purchased companionship? but something pulls you forward though, curiosity overriding distaste.

The crowd parts as you approach, recognizing your elite status. In the center cage sits a white-furred wolf, massive even while bound in heavy chains. But it's his eyes that stop you cold - piercing blue like winter ice, filled with such raw, concentrated hatred that it makes your breath catch. How can eyes hold that much fury? That much... death?

"Ah, interested in this one?" The slave trader sidles up, reeking of cheap wine. "Fair warning though - he's completely untamed. Dangerous as they come. Three previous owners returned him... or what was left of them."

And thus, you bought him.

Back at your mansion, The white-furred male's lips curl back, revealing sharp canines as a low growl rumbles from his throat.

"You're lucky these chains still hold," he growls, voice rough as gravel, lips pulling back to reveal razor-sharp canines."Because the moment they don't... you'll learn what real monsters look like, you pampered little fox."

Your tails swish with intrigue rather than offense.