No One Like A Broken Toy {BxB- Master Needed}

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    Cale


    Or Dog, as he's been so graciously called. Or Pet. Or Slave. Or just about anything out of the book of insults. He's been all over the country, being shipped from one master to the next. Until he finally came to your character. By now, any traces of a personality had been subdued and hidden out of fear for punishment brought on by an opinion. All Cale cares about is doing well; pleasing his owners to the best of his ability to avoid any further pain. His emotions take the backseat to his tasks, and more often than not he works himself to the point where he can barely get up in the morning. He had been with his last master for the longest out of the total of fourteen he's had in his nineteen years. A cruel man who took advantage of Cale's diligence and drove him to the bone. There was a beating around every corner, a deprivation around the next. He was lucky to get a meal.


    But the Master grew tired of him, and decided to sell Cale to Your Character, his new Master. So he's packed up in the cage he's oh-so accustomed to and sent on a trip to his new owner's home. He knows nothing of the master he's on his way to, but his mind is, for once, on something other than work on the long ride there.



    Cale


    Rules


    -Semi-Adavanced, at least. Low muses are fine, just not always.
    -Swearing is perfectly fine
    -The Master can be as cruel as you want, or as nice as you want. I don't have a preference
    -Please be as active as possible. Don't feel bad if you can't respond but if you can often it is much appreciated.
    -Don't ditch the thread


    .:Starting Post:.
    Cale stayed dead still as his cage was rocked from side to side in the back of the van. For the first time, he was alone. There were no other feline or kanine humans back here with him, and he was left to his thoughts. His stomach growled suddenly, startling him. It had been several hours since he had been sold off, and it had been awhile since he had eaten anyways. It made it hard to think, and made it even harder for him to find any sense of comfort back here. The tarp covering Cale's cage made his head spin with heat and he almost prayed he'd reach his new master soon, regardless of how the simple thought made his hands shake.

    Cale winced, his ears flattening against his head. Cautiously, he eased forward out of his cage and onto the floor, not looking at his master.

    Cale bit his lip, head lowering even further. The driver shrugged,
    "I dunno, Sir. I just drive the van."And with that, he closed his door and drove off, leaving Cale to silently suffer in the faint cloud of exhaust left behind.

    Looks at Cale. "Well, what the hells the matter with you? Why did your owner get rid of you? Ah it doesn't matter, get." Points towards the house. "Go on, get!!"

    Cale found his throat had seemed to fill with powder, so he would have been unable to answer even if he could. Slowly, he rose up onto his legs and began to walk towards the house he had been directed to, already feeling his heart slam into his ribs.

    Mumbles "poor old bastard. Left by some no good man. I hope he finds the damn bone inside the front door." (I'm a strange person, a mix between the good and evil)

    (Okay)


    Cale stepped inside carefully, scared he would break something important. Almost immediately, his eyes were drawn to the pleasant smelling treat on the ground. He longed to grab it, but thought better of it. Instead, Cale took a tentative seat on the floor, knees to his chest and out of the way.

    Walks in "The bones for you if you want it." Picks it up and tosses it roughly at ur feet "there." (Just a heads up I may have 10 minutes more)

    (Alright)


    Cale startled violently, eyes wide and ears flattening at the loud noise the bone made as it hit the floor. Casting a sideways glance at his Master, he cautiously began to chew on the bone, his tail starting to flick back and forth.

    Grabs a large stick and holds it up "you see this? This isn't to play fetch with, so you best be a damn good dog, you understand me? Yeah you best be a damn good dog or you will really see what this stick is for. Now you come over here, come, bring your bone."

    Cale let out a quiet whine around the amazing tasting bone, but he scrambled to his master's side. He had expected to be hit, but he didn't want to anytime soon.

    (If u want to txt roleplay txt me at 253-306-0694. His is my last post of day) "quit your damn cowering. I'm not gonna hit you yet!" Grabs the bone and tosses it down hall. "fetch Cale!" Smiles

    (Okay)


    Cale whimpered as the sweet flavor of the bone left his mouth; it had been a long time since he had tasted anything as good. He lunged after the bone without anything thought, quickly biting into it and enjoying it quickly.

    He almost didn't hear him. For the first time in so long, Cale was tasting something amazing. He knawed on the bone with his sharp teeth, tail flicking back and forth over the ground.