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{Joel POV}
Joel let out a low growl at the sight before him, muffled by the muzzle he had placed on him to prevent biting anyone else. He managed to get a good one on someone who had been trying to restrain him, they weren’t taking any more risks after that. They’d taken him from Lizzie, luckily he saw her run off before they could get her too. Hopefully she was home by now. He was glad she wasn’t here, because now they were literally selling him to some rich man with too much money on his hands, like he was property. He hated it with a burning passion and wasn’t afraid to demonstrate that. His hands were bound by metal cuffs in front of him and there was chains attached to them so they could drag him around. Like some damn pet. He watched his chains be handed over to this rich man and let his growling get louder, faltering slightly as the one who captured him originally punched him in the eye.
He stumbled back, and only then did he realize that this weird sort of cuff around one of their wrists with a lot of jagged parts you probably wouldn’t notice unless it hit you in the face, quite literally. He watched the guy that took him originally leave, and now he was stuck with this other guy. He looked over in this other guy’s direction when he felt a tug on his chains, they walked inside and he had no choice but to follow unless he wanted to be dragged all the way inside. He slowly made his way in, the low growl continuing as he was led to a staircase. Joel wasn’t led up it though. Instead, this weird guy stopped next to it at the foot of the stairs. He reached over and removed the muzzle. Before Joel could even get a word out, something was strapped around his neck. It was a collar. A thick metal collar. He traced his hands over the collar’s surface shakily, because there was runes engraved into the metal’s surface.
This was an obedience collar. He felt his ears pin against his head and his tail start lashing at the sight of it. He’d only ever heard stories, the story of an obedience collar was the type of thing he’d be told as a pup to get him to bed on time. But this was more than a story, because he was living it. He let out a small whine at the realization as he took a step back, stumbling over his own feet and ending up with his back against the stairs. He watched his chains be latched onto the banister of the stairs. The guy that bought him crouched down to be at eye level with Joel. “There will be no talking. There will be no causing harm to me. There will be no trying to escape. There will be no defiance.” They told him nonchalantly, as if they were instructing a dog and not a person in chains. Joel watched with wide eyes as they scratched behind his ears before leaving.
He curled up with his knees to his chest, hiding his head and letting out a small whine. He wished he could be anywhere else right now. Because now he was stuck here, with an obedience collar and tied to a banister. His tail was limp my his side, lightly wrapping around his ankle in a futile attempt to comfort himself. Just what had he gotten himself into.
{Skizz POV}
Skizz watched Master drag someone by the chains on their cuffs. It was a wolf hybrid. They had emerald green eyes, full of defiance and life. Skizz watched their growling slowly grow louder, only to be replaced with a whine as an obedience collar was strapped around their neck. Skizz watched the color drain from their face as their hands traced over the runes, hand subconsciously reaching up to trace over his own. He watched them stumble over their own feet, falling and ending up with their back against the stairs as their chains were hooked up to the banister. “There will be no talking. There will be no causing harm to me. There will be no trying to escape. There will be no defiance.” He listened to Master command the new hybrid, scratching behind their ears before leaving. There was a look of fear in their eyes. He watched them curl up with their knees to their chest, hiding their head and letting out a small whine. Their tail was limp by their side, slightly wrapping around their ankle.
So they were probably untrained. They didn’t seem used to the concept of being owned, seeming to despise of it with a burning passion actually. But Skizz was just like them at some point, and at some point they’d accept what happened to them. Skizz sure did, he’d been here too long for him to remember. He’d been given the time to accept he wasn’t getting out of here. Yellow managed somehow, but he didn’t have an obedience collar on at the time. None of the hybrids did. And now days blended together no matter how hard he tried to keep them in order. If he couldn’t even leave his cage, how did he expect to see the sun again?