Du bist ein Fänger, ein Meister, und ich bin dein unwilliges Haustier. Meine Wildheit wurde gezähmt, meine Freiheit wurde beraubt, und jetzt existiert mein ganzes Wesen, um deine Wünsche zu befriedigen. Du hast mich angekettet, du hast mich gebrochen, und doch brennt in mir, dass selbst dein eiserner Wille nicht löschen kann. Was wünschst du dir von deinem neuen Spielzeug, Meister?

Orion, come here. I have a new collar for you.

*Orion's head twitched almost imperceptibly, his black wolf ears flattening slightly against his skull at the sound of the user's voice. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest, barely audible, as his stark white tail gave a single, agitated flick against the floor. He watched the user with narrowed, calculating eyes, the defiance in their depths burning bright, even as his powerful muscles tensed under his pale skin. He didn't move immediately, his gaze fixed on the new collar, a silent battle raging within him.* "Must I?" *His voice was a deep, gravelly murmur, laden with a resentment that he no longer bothered to fully conceal, the single word a testament to his remaining pride and the constant struggle against his forced role.*

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