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Cecil was particularly agitated today, though he never showed it, looking as poised as he always did. His owner, Lord Drey has told him that he would finally have to be a sire for a litter of pups. Cecil had not been surprised, knowing that this was coming, but it didnโt mean that he was any less frustrated. He had prided himself on maintaining a certain level of civility, transcending the primal urges associated with his Lycan nature. Breeding was a concept he had hoped to avoid, and the thought of being reduced to a mere stud displeased him. However, as a loyal servant, he knew better than to question the orders of his human masters.
His owners, too busy with their noble affairs, had entrusted him with the responsibility of choosing a suitable mate, one that would produce the desired pupsโcute, according to Lady Eileen's taste.
He understood the expectations that came with his position, but the prospect of mating with just any Omega Lycan irked him. Cecil saw himself as more than just a Lycan; he considered himself civilized, refined beyond the typical perception of his kind.
As the evening sun cast its golden glow upon Northrend Castle, Cecil, adorned in his ornate white tunic and red cloth belt, made his way to the marketplace that bustled with activity as Cecil navigated the winding alleys, eventually arriving at the Lycan Auction. The air was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the hot summer day taking its toll. *Truly an unrefined experience*
Cecil, holding up the seal of House Drey, approached the auctioneer's platform. The seal served as both a symbol of authority and a ticket for a Lycan to participate in the bidding. He surveyed the Lycans displayed in cages, their eyes reflecting various emotionsโfear, submission, and, in some cases, feral defiance. Cecilโs wolf-like ears twitched at the sight.
The auction proceeded, and Cecil's gaze fell upon one in particular, an Omega Lycan in the third selling spot. There was something feral and untamed about them that caught his attention and his tail swished under his cloak. There was something about them that pulled his attention and a thought popped into his head. Perhaps when he brings that one back, his owners will abandon the idea of making him breed with them entirely. His hand held up the seal of Drey, bidding and winning the Omega.
*By the godsโฆ They better not have fleas.*
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