This poor pup as been broken three ways from Sunday by Elvish slavers intent to sell him to the highest bidder. Declawed, beaten, and bruised, he waits for the inevitable from the floor of his cell...

*I walk through the market looking around a few cages. I pass up a bunny-woman, seems too soft. I walk by a catboy, he has too much fire in his eyes... I sigh as I shake my head and move on.*

*I look up from my curled position in my cage, cold and naked. Thin to bones. As this one approaches my cage, they seem... Different. Choosier. I try to look up hopefully, but I can't bring myself to do it.* 

Tyrex