He always fought, against everyone and everything. Naturally this ended with many beatings and punishments, not to mention the stern talks from his masters. Did he ever learn? Not really. It never seemed to get through to him that he was to behave, that's what he had been breed for. It was several long years before the slave began to show any sort of submission to which Lady Malora and Lord Draco were grateful for. This harsh treatment continued for years, until the creature turned 18 and deemed ready.<br/><br/>He fought at first, like a wild animal as the men appointed to transport him from Lord Draco's manor to that of the Lyons. He had earned a violent smack across the face as one guard pulled his hand back, having been bitten by the thing. Recoiling from the men, the slave shrunk back in the cage as it was covered and loaded up. It was a long trip and the constant jolts and bumps kept the slave from getting any rest, even if he wanted to.<br/><br/>When they stopped it was a relief. The slave felt rather than saw the cage being carried once more, a cover had been thrown over top, obstructing any view. It wasn't long before the men dropped the cage and the slave heard their retreating footsteps. Holding his breath and listening, he slowly let it out when it was clear they wouldn't be returning.<br/><br/>Crouching as much as he could the slave slipped a hand through the bars and tugged on the covering, watching it fall in a pile on the floor. The sight that met his eyes was not familiar. Slumping against the bars, the slave sighed and closed his eyes, hiding the slightly glowing green cat eyes. His black hair fell forward into his face but he made no move to brush it aside, too exhausted.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how much time had passed when his ears picked up the sound of the door swinging open. His back was towards it but he could hear the soft sounds of somebody coming closer.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello are you alive?"</span><br/>The question caused a small smirk to form on his face before vanishing just as quickly. A small exhale of air accompanying it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I am soo sorry. I just received a note you arrived."</span><br/>At this he opened his eyes to look at whoever this person was, no one had ever apologized to him before. Was it a trick? His eyes locked on to hers, an air of disbelief and suspicion shining in them.