It was auction day and Marcus, a wolf with a beautiful silver coat of fur, was in the crowd watching passively. Marcus was very wealthy and had more that enough maids and servants; he was here for a mate. He watches as slave after slave was brought before the crowd. While there were many attractive slaves, none caught Marcus's eye. Then a tall and muscular lion was brought out. He as wearing ripped jeans and nothing else. There were numerous scars all over his chest, stomach, and arms, but what caught Marcus's eye were the lion's huge black and glossy wings.
"He still has some pride left. Good," Marcus thought. he easily outbid everyone else and walked over to the claim area to get the lion, who walked over to meet Marcus.
"What is your name?" Marcus asked as he started walking home.
"Number 60938" was the reply.
Marcus turned around and faced the lion. "look at me."
Slowly, the lion raised his head and looked Marcus in the eyes. Marcus was surprised to see sparks dancing in the lion's eyes and also the immense sadness in them. "He's lost a great deal," Marcus thought.
Again Marcus asked the lion, "What is your name?"
"Leonidas but people call me Leo for short"
Marcus liked Leo's deep, calm voice a lot. "Then I'll call you Leo as well."
Leo nodded, "thank you, Master"
Marcus chuckled and started walking home again, "Just call me Marcus or Mark." Leo nodded and followed.
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My Master, My Mate
RomanceThis is a story about my fursona, Leonidas, if he was a slave. Both Marcus and Leonidas are my characters. Any similarities to other fursonas it unintended.
