I stretch and yawn as I see my handler waiting for me.
"Get up, Panther," he growls and I huff, putting on my shirt before heading to the door. Okay, let me give you a background, yes? So, I was born a black panther. My eyes gold and my ears slick. My parents gave me up to a company I dont even know. But I call this place, ACP. Don't ask why, I have no damn clue.
Anyway, my name is Dylon and every week I go out and go to a new master. But today, today I get a permanent master. Yay right? Hell no. So rude Dylon! These people are rude and don't give two f.cks.
The door flings open and my handler grabs me by my neck and I swat at his hand, hissing. He growls at me and I glare at him as we walk into the main room where I see a tall guy with blonde hair and broad shoulders. I raise an eyebrow as my handler pushes me forward, making me stumble and bump into the blonde guy. It's your hubby thank you very much!
I back up, looking up at him as I see hard red eyes and my animal instincts make my growl. The guy's lips turn slightly, "Feisty," Nope, just don't like ya'. My eyes narrow as my handler grunts, "And a pain," he says as I square my shoulders.
"Well, do you have a name?" the guys deep voice purrs. My ears flatten, "Dylon, Sir," I say as he nods, "I am Maxwell but you can call me what you wish," he says as I nod. My handler gives me a nasty look as he hands my new master my collar and a few things I have. My books, sketchbook, and journal. How sad I only have a few things. I think as I look at my master, only to be met with amused red eyes.