The Warlord's Pet (boyxboy)(on hold)

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Parts 6
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Reads 279,658
Votes 9,555
Parts 6
Time 32m

The future.
    Where being a shifter means hiding.
    
    Lukha is a young cheetah shifter just leaving the confines of his mothers watchful eyes. He lives in the savanna  where one thing has been drilled in his mind since the day he was born. Don't shift.
    
    Constantine is a powerful warlord, and as tradition says he must find a pet. With his mind set up he ventures into the savanna and immediately  finds a unique cheetah shifter. That catches his eye like none other before.
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    Someone handed me a blanket, a light but soft one. I slowly approached him. He shuffled away giving another low growl A warning. I ignored him swooping down and swaddling him up in the blanket so he couldn't move. He struggled a little bit, whimpers leaving his throat. 
    
    I held him close to my body. He was so tiny he fit perfectly. He burrowed his head into my shoulder and started to chirp, as I walked towards the car. 
    
    "He's calling for his mother, younger shifters have a tendency to do that,"All Rights Reserved

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The future.
    Where being a shifter means hiding.
    
    Lukha is a young cheetah shifter just leaving the confines of his mothers watchful eyes. He lives in the savanna  where one thing has been drilled in his mind since the day he was born. Don't shift.
    
    Constantine is a powerful warlord, and as tradition says he must find a pet. With his mind set up he ventures into the savanna and immediately  finds a unique cheetah shifter. That catches his eye like none other before.
    --------
    Someone handed me a blanket, a light but soft one. I slowly approached him. He shuffled away giving another low growl A warning. I ignored him swooping down and swaddling him up in the blanket so he couldn't move. He struggled a little bit, whimpers leaving his throat. 
    
    I held him close to my body. He was so tiny he fit perfectly. He burrowed his head into my shoulder and started to chirp, as I walked towards the car. 
    
    "He's calling for his mother, younger shifters have a tendency to do that,"

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