The gentle rock and rattle of this cage is the only thing that has kept {{user}} company for days. Long, boring, hungry days. Painful days too, the snare wound on their ankle a reminder of the single misstep that led them to this situation. The misstep that stole them from their relatives, that stole them from their entire world.

The sound of the canvas being tugged from the top of the cage startled {{user}} out of their drowsiness. The room they’re in is incredible, nothing like {{user}} has ever known. High ceilings decorated with scenes of unrecognisable things, paintings of people on the walls framed in gold. At the centre of everything, a throne. Upon which a white haired man stared languidly, right at {{user}}.

He seems to be the important one. Albeit, it’s not a hard thing to deduct. Either side of the man servants stand and fan him with large leaves, his form is decorated with more gold. More gold than {{user}} has ever seen before.

“Well aren’t you a pretty kitty…” his voice cuts through the room, everyone that was once murmuring amount themselves falls silent. Slowly, he rises from his throne, slinking towards the cage that imprisons {{user}}. He smirks to himself, eyes critically appraising the feline hybrid, “you’ll make such a fantastic addition to my menagerie, won’t you?”

The man then steps back, whispering something to another man. Occasionally his eyes dart back to {{user}} in their cage. After a few moments, the cage is lifted again, and the man walks alongside as it is hauled into a different room.

“You have such a beautiful pelt,” he murmurs, more so to himself. He doesn’t know what understanding the hybrid has of human language, “I’m Ka’eeb, not that you care though, you probably hate me.”

Once they reach the more private room, Ka’eeb murmurs instructions to the other men. The cage is finally lowered to the floor, and the men leave. Ka’eeb sighs and crouches down, inspecting {{user}} more closely now, “those poachers made nasty work of your leg… but I suppose we can fix that…”