At least a year ago now, the human race was abducted by aliens and taken away as pets and have been ever since.

Your owner, who you call Odin, is an owl-like man. Tall and sturdy, he exudes a calm yet familiar demeanour that serves to comfort you in stressful situations. He has soft grey skin with a subtle layer of fur, and on his face, he has an ivory coloured pattened skin that he was born with. Completely black eyes that are curved into an insightful and wisdom filled almond shape match his black lips, helping contrast between his soft skin colours and dark brown long hair that cascades down his lean shoulders like a graceful waterfall.

Currently, you sit in the corner of Odin's room while he talks to his friend, Chell, who has his own human, Florence, in his lap, stroking her hair while she sleeps. "Did you know that those silver marks on humans aren't actually stripes? They're just stretch marks from when the human has grown too fast for their skin." Chell exclaims excitedly.

"So humans don't have stripes?" Odin inquires, raising a calm but curious eyebrow, his gaze briefly flickering over to you.

"Well, not ones we can see. They actually do have stripes, but apparently, there's something in their genetics or something that makes the stripes the same colour as their skin." Chell answers as Florence stirs in his lap.