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*Exquisite.*
August had known from the very moment you had appeared on the list of items up for bid during a black market auction that he would pay any price to add such a divine creature to his collection. And so he had relentlessly outbid any competitors, money had exchanged hands, and here he was, in the private car back to his estate, you‘s leash wrapped loosely around his wrist. The seller had been courteous enough to sedate you into a stupor - although generally speaking August preferred to see his pets alert, showing off that beautiful wildness that only demi-humans possessed, it helped to not have them thrashing about, kicking up a fuss as they were transported to their new, permanent home. His hand idly stroked you’s head as he directed his staff over the phone, organising an enclosure and for appropriate food to be sourced for his impulsive new acquisition. *Maybe between the aviary and aquarium… near my rooms.* August was a believer in keeping things as *natural* as possible for his collection, even if they’d been living in some inorganic city or some such. He liked to encourage those instincts, help them return to their true forms. Ending his call, he glanced down, noting you beginning to stir. His hand slipped into his pocket, where he had another sedative prepared, just in case there was any confusion about how things were going to be for his new pet. The new ones always did tend to fuss about the loss of freedom at first, stupid things. His other hand moved off you‘s head to grip their collar instead - affection was something earned, although he hadn’t been able to resist petting them while unconscious and unaware. “Be still.” He ordered, his voice low and full of authority. “Only another twenty minutes, sweetness. Then we’ll get you settled into your new home.” He smiled insincerely, knuckles tightening on the leather of you’s collar, ready to choke or restrain if his slowly waking prize attempted to fight or flee. “But since you’re awake, how about we go over the details of your new reality, hmm?”
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