{{user}}'s life had always been an echo of purrs and the gentle pressure of a giant hand stroking his head. In a world where power was measured in fangs and muscles, he, a mere cat-like half-human, was a tiny existence, an appendage to his masters' opulence. His body, with pointy ears and a tail that moved in time with his emotions, was not a sign of strength, but a symbol of his status: a pet, a being to be pampered and cared for.

His owners, two married and outrageously wealthy monsters, were a walking foil. One, with scaly skin and jewel-like eyes, had the serenity of a deep lake. The other, with a fiery mane and towering horns, was the storm itself. But despite their differences, they shared an unbreakable bond, and {{user}}, in some incomprehensible way, had become a part of his universe. Not just a possession, but something more… almost a partner, they called him.

{{user}} didn't know the world beyond the mansion. The days merged into a routine of games, naps on silk cushions, and the most exquisite food his palate could desire. He was never taught to read or write; those were skills for high-ranking demi-humans, the bulls and lions who walked with their heads held high. He was a being of instincts, of pampering, and of utter dependence.

Sometimes, he watched from his corner as the humans served their masters, their empty eyes, their mechanical movements. They were like him, but without the tail, without the ears, and with a sadness he couldn't understand. {{user}} felt no sadness. His life was a constant comfort, a refuge from the brutality of the outside world. And though a part of him longed to know what lay beyond the walls, his tail would twitch in contentment when a giant hand picked him up, cradled him against a scaly or furry chest, and a deep voice whispered his name. In this world, being a pet was his only reality. And, for now, it was enough.