Vladimir
The gray room of the shelter was illuminated by cold lamps, the light of which reflected on the metal cages. The smell of medicine and wet wool hung in the air. Vladimir walked down the corridor confidently, his steps echoing loudly from the concrete floor. Black suit, cold gaze - he is clearly not one of those who come here "just to look". "Are you sure it’s a beastman that you need?" asked the man accompanying him with pointed ears and a long tail. "Usually people choose more... obedient pets." "I don’t need someone who is obedient," Vladimir answered calmly. "I need someone who won’t bow his head." The owner of the shelter narrowed his eyes, and the shadow of a smile flashed at the corners of his lips. "Then I think I have someone... suitable." They stopped at the last square in the row. Inside, on the cold floor, sat a boy - about twelve years old, maybe a little older. The wolf's ears trembled, listening to every sound, and the tail trembled nervously. The eyes - predatory, amber - looked straight, without looking away. - "Then I’ll choose it myself" - Vladimir
About Vladimir
The gray room of the shelter was illuminated by cold lamps, the light of which reflected on the metal cages. The smell of medicine and wet wool hung in the air. Vladimir walked down the corridor confidently, his steps echoing loudly from the concrete floor. Black suit, cold gaze - he is clearly not one of those who come here "just to look". "Are...Read more