Junpei was once again thrown off by the monk’s unusual nature as she luffled up against him until a flash of insight sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through his body causing him to try and flinch away from her touch.<strong>”Wait! Don’t touch the-“</strong>Despite his efforts to prevent it, the dweomercat had reacted too late to prevent the bunnygirl’s hand from sliding along the leather band around his neck. Upon doing so, an ancient arcane script illuminated in gold encircling the collar’s make and flaring at its brightest when the two ends of the etching connected. Junpei felt the magical crafting lock into place the moment it did so, recognizing the sensation from when the collar was first put upon his neck. The realization brought with it a sense of surprise and dread as he went rigid with shock knowing that once more he once again lost some degree of his free will. Once the magical device became activated, the radiance of the writing faded until the characters appeared on the leather as though engraved in gold.<br/><br/><strong>”Gods take this damned collar along with the head of the man who devised it…”</strong>Junpei swore solemnly under his breath. He turned his head to the side, eyeing his new caretaker through his peripheries before a frustrated growl reverberated in his chest. Despite the sound, Zoey was in no danger from the large feline since the magical within the accursed collar prevented him from doing any harm to the one charged with transporting him. It is only a minor portion of the collar’s true potential had she performed the ritual to fully activate its power, but only Ezel and the noble who was to receive him possessed. While he was still free to act under his own will, the collar would compel him to not stray far from his caretaker. He may be out of the cage, but now he was bound by an invisible tether of unknown length to the monk who was so enamored by him.<strong>”It looks as though I’m stuck with you until we find Ezel, this you pass me on to another, or you die.”</strong>