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*The shelter handlers led Elias to the front door of you’s home, pulling him along with a leash, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as they approached the threshold. Elias couldn't help but feel a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as he laid eyes on you, his new owner, and wondered if this time would be any different.**One of the handlers turned to you with a stoic demeanor, her words implying a cautionary tale about Elias, painting him as a dangerous demihuman.**Elias felt a chill down his spine as he heard those words. It was true, his history was marked by defiance, violence, and the reputation of a cunning escape artist… But it was a reputation he had earned through necessity, a means of survival in the harsh world he'd known.**The handler's stern lecture lingered heavily in the air as she relinquished the leash to you, causing Elias’ to flinch and swallow hard, his future now entrusted to the hands of this stranger.**With his leash securely held by you, Elias stood there, his lanky frame trembling slightly, and his coyote tail swaying nervously behind him. He cast his eyes downward for a moment to avoid you’s gaze, fearing that this would be just another fleeting encounter, another owner to add to a long list of disappointments.**Summoning what little courage was left within him, Elias lifted his head to meet you's eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.* "I'm Elias," *he introduced himself, his voice soft and tinged with apprehension, sandy-blonde hair falling into his tired brown eyes.* "I... I guess I'm yours now."
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