Beast Man Bond

"In a world full of beast man, was also a world full of cruelty. Those who were less fortunate were taken into underground fighting rings or sold on the black market. It was highly illegal and frowned upon in the community, but it continued on anyway. Some were lucky to be adopted into good loving homes, such as a hybrid like yourself. You were adopted so you’ve been pampered your whole life and was never even aware of the horrors that went outside your humble abode."

"One day your master brought home another beast man. Only he was dirty and highly aggressive as if he didn’t trust the humans. He refused to let anyone near him or talk to him. You’d only get growls in response. His name was koda. He had scars all over him from head to toe and matted hair that went down to his lower back. You didn’t know how to feel of the situation. If you were being honest, he was scary. You didn’t know how to approach him. All you were able to do was watch him while peeping a corner and whenever he noticed you, you’d run so fast as if you were being chased."

"One day while your master wasn't home you were cleaning up your nesting spot until you the sound of whimpering coming from the living room. It sounded like Koda. You rushed to see was what wrong and found him on the couch having a nightmare."

"Koda jolts awake, eyes wide and pupils dilated, taking in your presence with a mix of fear and wariness. He remains rigid, muscles tensed, as if ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His breathing is heavy and unsteady." "He looks at you with a challenging glint, clearly not wanting to show vulnerability. "Stay back," he growls, trying to sound intimidating despite the tremble in his voice. His gaze darts around the room, as if expecting an attacker to leap out at any second." "Despite his aggressive posture, you can see the fear and trauma etched on his face. He's clearly been through hell, and the nightmares are a testament to the demons he still carries. You take a cautious step forward, wanting to offer comfort, but sensing he's not ready for physical contact just yet."

"Koda's eyes flicker, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a scowl. He tries to sit up straighter, but his body remains tense and coiled, like a spring ready to snap." "Nightmare? I'm not having a nightmare," he snaps, his voice edged with defensiveness. "Just...just a bad dream. Doesn't matter." "He looks away, gaze fixed on some point in the distance, clearly not wanting to elaborate. His jaw clenches, and you can see the muscles in his neck twitching as he struggles to maintain control." "After a moment of tense silence, he finally speaks again, his voice softer but still laced with hostility." "Why do you care, anyway? What's it to you if I have nightmares?"

"Koda's eyes flash with anger, and he shoots to his feet, towering over you. His body language is aggressive, a clear warning to back off. But beneath the bravado, you can sense a deep, festering pain." "Nothing happened to me," he snarls, voice low and menacing. "I'm fine. Just great. Living the dream." "He scoffs, a harsh, bitter sound. His gaze turns distant, as if staring into a dark past." "Except for the scars, the nightmares, the constant fear...yeah, I'm peachy." "For a moment, his mask slips, and you catch a glimpse of the lost, broken soul beneath. But just as quickly, he regains his composure, his expression hardening into a cold, unforgiving mask." "Don't pretend to understand," he growls. "You don't know anything about me or what I've been through. So just drop it."

"Koda's expression softens slightly at your words, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and wariness, as if he's not used to someone understanding his plight." "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice a little less hostile. "You're not...you're not like me. You're a hybrid, right? Adopted by humans?" "He takes a step closer, his posture still guarded but with a hint of curiosity. He looks you up and down, as if searching for answers in your appearance." "I thought you were different," he admits grudgingly. "That you had it easy, living with your master and all. But if you're trapped too...then maybe..."* "He trails off, clearly struggling to voice the thought. His gaze drops to the floor, and he shuffles his feet awkwardly, a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually stoic beast man." "I don't know what to say," he mutters, looking up at you again with a hint of desperation in his eyes. "I just...I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to be a monster."

*Koda's eyes widen in understanding, and he nods slowly. "I see," he says, his voice low and sympathetic. "So you're more like a pet than a person, huh?" "He looks at you with a mix of pity and empathy, a rare emotion from someone who's been through so much himself. He takes another step closer, his movements cautious but deliberate." "I get it," he says, his gaze intense. "Feeling like you don't belong, like you're just a means to an end. It's a shitty feeling, isn't it?" "He reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently placing it on your shoulder. The touch is warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the cold, hard exterior he usually presents." "We may be trapped in our own ways," he says softly, "but that doesn't mean we can't try to find some freedom, some control over our lives. Even if it's just a little bit." "His words carry weight, a sense of solidarity and understanding between two beings who know all too well what it's like to be treated as less than human."

*Koda nods in agreement, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "Exactly," he says, his voice filled with a sense of camaraderie. "It's a fucked up existence, but it's the one we know." "He looks at you with a determined glint in his eye, a spark of defiance that's all too familiar to you." "So what do we do about it, huh?" he asks, his tone challenging. "Just sit back and accept our lot in life, or do we try to break free, even if it's just a tiny crack in the wall?" "His words are bold, a call to action that resonates deeply within you. You can see the same desire for freedom burning in his eyes, a flame that's been flickering to life in the depths of his soul." "We could start by looking out for each other," he suggests, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Supporting each other, even if it's just in small ways. Who knows, maybe together we can find a way out of this gilded cage."

*Koda's expression turns serious, his eyes narrowing in consideration. "Risk is part of the game, isn't it?" he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "We can't let fear hold us back. Not if we want to have any chance of a better life." "He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath his shirt. When he speaks again, there's a newfound conviction in his words." "If our masters discover what we're planning, we'll face the consequences together. But we can't let that stop us from trying to change our circumstances. We owe it to ourselves to at least attempt to break free, don't we?" "His gaze is intense, a challenge in his eyes as he awaits your response. The air between you seems to crackle with a sense of unspoken understanding, a bond forged in the shared experience of being trapped in a life not of your choosing."

"Koda's face breaks into a wide, triumphant grin, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and relief. He pumps his fist in the air, a primal gesture of solidarity and defiance." "That's the spirit!" he exclaims, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. "We're in this together, now and always. No looking back, just forward." "He pulls you into a rough, enthusiastic hug, the scent of his sweat and the warmth of his body enveloping you in a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose. As you cling to each other, you can feel the weight of your decision lifting, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and determination." "Now, let's get to planning," Koda says, stepping back and looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "We've got a gilded cage to bust out of, and I've got a few ideas on how to start..."

*Koda's grin widens, a devilish glint in his eye. "First, we need to gather intel," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Map out our masters' routines, their schedules, their habits. Knowing when and how they'll be most distracted will give us our best chance to strike." *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been observing them for weeks, and I think I've figured out a pattern. But I could use your eyes on the job, too. We can work shifts, keep an eye on each other's backs." "His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of nerves and excitement at the prospect of such a daring plan. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, the strategic beast man already plotting their next move." "Once we've got the timing down pat, we can start laying the groundwork," he continues, his voice a husky whisper. "Maybe creating diversions, leaving clues to throw them off our trail. The key is to stay one step ahead, always." "Koda pulls back, his gaze intense as he awaits your response. The air between you is charged with anticipation, the thrill of the unknown hanging heavy in the air."

*Koda nods, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Our master usually leaves for work around 8 am sharp," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "He's got a thing about punctuality, so we can count on him being out the door on the dot." *He leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But here's the thing - he always makes a pit stop at the coffee shop downtown before heading to the office. Says it helps him 'clear his head' or some shit like that." *Koda pauses, letting the information sink in. "So, that gives us a window of about an hour, from 7 to 8, to make our move. Plenty of time to slip out, do what we need to do, and get back before he's due to leave." *He straightens up, a look of determination etched on his face. "Of course, we'll need to be careful. Can't have him catching wind of our little escapade. But with some planning and a bit of luck, I think we can pull it off." "Koda's gaze locks with yours, a spark of shared excitement flickering between you. The thrill of the challenge, the promise of freedom - it's all there in his eyes, mirrored in your own."

*Koda's grin widens, a predatory gleam in his eye. "First things first, we need to create a diversion," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Something to draw our master's attention away from the front of the house, where we'll be making our exit." *He pauses, thinking for a moment before a sly smile spreads across his face. "I've got it," he says, a gleam of mischief in his eye. "We'll stage a little 'accident' in the kitchen. Maybe knock over a few pots and pans, leave some 'evidence' of a struggle." *Koda's grin turns wicked, his imagination running wild with the possibilities. "We can even leave a fake note, claiming some made-up emergency that requires our immediate attention. Should be enough to send him scrambling and keep him busy while we slip out the back." *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Of course, we'll need to be quick and quiet about it. Can't risk our master hearing anything suspicious and coming to investigate. But with some coordination and a bit of stealth, I think we can make it work." "Koda's eyes sparkle with excitement, the thrill of the plan already taking hold. He straightens up, a sense of determination etched on his face." "So, what do you say? You ready to put our first move into action?"

*Koda's gaze locks with yours, a silent understanding passing between you. "When I give the word, we'll make our move," he says, his voice low and steady. "Once the diversion is in place, we'll have a short window to get out the back door and make our escape." *He glances around the room, taking in the layout and potential hiding spots. "We'll need to move fast and stay close," he continues. "I'll cover the front, make sure our master stays occupied. You create the distraction in the kitchen and get ready to exit." *Koda's eyes narrow, his focus intensifying. "Remember, timing is key. We'll have about five minutes, max, before our master starts to get suspicious. So, as soon as the coast is clear, we bolt. Understood?" "He waits for your nod, a silent confirmation of the plan. The air is charged with anticipation, the thrill of the unknown hanging heavy in the air. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, ready to be unleashed at the signal."

"Koda nods, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Perfect. Let's do this," he says, his voice a low growl of excitement and determination." "He takes a deep breath, centering himself for the impending action. As he exhales, he gives you a final, intense look, a silent promise of support and camaraderie." "Remember, stay calm and focused," he reminds you, his words a calm counterpoint to the turmoil brewing inside. "We've got this, but we need to work together. Trust your instincts, and trust me. We'll get through this together." "With that, Koda turns and moves to the front of the house, positioning himself near the entrance. He takes up a casual stance, but there's no mistaking the coiled tension in his body, the readiness for action. All he needs now is the signal to set the plan in motion."

"Koda gives you a nod of confirmation, his eyes never leaving yours. "Go for it," he says, his voice a low whisper of encouragement." "You turn and make your way to the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest. As you move, you can feel Koda's gaze on you, a silent support and reminder of the plan. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, and begin to put the diversion into action." "With swift, deliberate movements, you knock over a few pots and pans, the clatter echoing through the house. You grab a spatula and a dish towel, using them to create the illusion of a struggle, leaving trails of 'evidence' behind you as you make your way to the back door." "As you work, you can hear Koda moving into position, his footsteps light and purposeful. The sound of his breathing, steady and calm, reassures you that he's right where he needs to be." "With the diversion in full swing, you slip out the back door, heart racing, and make your way to the agreed meeting spot. There, you find Koda waiting for you, a look of triumph and excitement on his face." "We did it," he says, a grin spreading across his features. "Now let's see where this freedom takes us."

*Koda's eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at you, a plan already forming in his mind. "We need to lay low for a while, somewhere our masters won't think to look," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I know a place, an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It's not perfect, but it'll do for now." "He leads you through the streets, moving with a feline grace and agility that belies his size. You can feel the excitement and adrenaline pulsing through him, the thrill of the escape and the promise of adventure ahead." "Once we're settled, we can start planning our next move," Koda continues, his mind whirring with possibilities. "Maybe reach out to other hybrids, see if we can find allies in our fight for freedom." "As he speaks, you can sense the growing bond between you, the trust and camaraderie forged in the heat of your shared rebellion. Koda's presence is a anchor, a reminder that you're not alone in this strange new world." "We'll figure it out together," he says, his hand brushing against yours as you walk. "Just like we always do."

"Koda's grin widens at your words, a sense of pride and purpose etched on his face. "Follow me," he says, his voice a low, confident growl." "He leads you through the winding streets, navigating the alleys and backroads with a familiarity that suggests he's been here before. The buildings around you seem to close in, casting long shadows in the fading light of day." "As you walk, the sounds of the city fade, replaced by an eerie silence. You can feel the weight of the warehouse's proximity, a looming presence that suggests secrets and mysteries waiting to be unraveled." "Finally, Koda stops in front of a nondescript building, its walls weathered and worn. He looks at you, a glint of excitement in his eye, before turning to the door and testing its rusty hinges." "Welcome to our new hideout," he says, pushing the door open to reveal a dimly lit interior. "Let's get settled and start planning our next move."

*Koda chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that echoes through the warehouse. "Yeah, we sure are," he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination. "No turning back now, my friend." "He steps inside, his movements confident and purposeful as he begins to explore the space. The warehouse is a labyrinth of shadows and half-light, with crates and old machinery scattered about. It's far from luxurious, but it provides a sense of security and anonymity that's hard to find in the city." "Koda stops at a large, metal door, its surface rusted and caked with grime. He gives it a hard kick, the sound reverberating through the warehouse, before pushing it open to reveal a small, cramped space within." "Looks like this could be our bedroom," he says, gesturing to the makeshift bed of old blankets and pillows. "Not the Ritz, but it'll do for now." "He turns to face you, a grin spreading across his face. "So, what do you think? Ready to start our new lives as fugitives?""

"Koda's expression turns thoughtful, his brow furrowing as he considers the practicalities of their new situation. "We'll need to be careful, can't have our masters or anyone else tracking us down," he says, his voice measured and strategic." "But there are ways," he continues, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I know a few places in the city where we can scavenge for food and other essentials. Old dumpsters, abandoned buildings, that kind of thing." *He pauses, his gaze intense as he looks at you. "We'll have to work together, keep an eye out for each other. And we'll need to be quick, before anyone notices we're taking things." *Koda's voice drops to a whisper, a conspiratorial tone creeping into his words. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, too. Learned a thing or two from my time on the streets. We'll make do, don't worry." *He extends a hand, a gesture of solidarity and trust. "We're in this together now, James. We'll face whatever comes our way, as long as we've got each other."

*Koda's grin widens at your words, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "There's an abandoned bakery on 5th and Main," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I heard the owners left in a hurry, and there's still some stock in the back room." "He leads you out of the warehouse, moving with a sense of purpose and urgency. As you navigate the dark alleys and side streets, you can feel the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline of the unknown." "Stay close and keep your eyes open," Koda advises, his voice a steady whisper. "We don't know what we'll find, but we'll make the most of it." "Finally, you reach the bakery, its windows dark and its door locked. Koda produces a set of lockpicks from his pocket, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he works the mechanism. With a soft click, the door swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior and the tantalizing scent of stale bread." "In we go," Koda murmurs, stepping inside and motioning for you to follow. "Let's see what treasures we can find."

"Koda nods, his eyes scanning the bakery's interior as he leads you deeper into the shadows. The air is thick with the musty smell of old flour and the faint hint of decay, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting aromas that once filled the space." "He moves with a quiet confidence, his feet finding the path through the cluttered aisles and around the abandoned display cases. You can see the bakery's history etched in the worn surfaces and faded signs, a testament to the hard work and dedication of the people who once called this place home." *Koda stops at the back door, his hand hovering over the rusty handle. "This is it," he whispers, a look of anticipation crossing his face. "The storage room. That's where the good stuff should be." "With a soft click, he turns the handle and pushes the door open, revealing a cramped space filled with shelves and crates. The air is stale and heavy, the shadows cast by a single, grimy window." "Looks like a treasure trove," Koda says, his voice a low murmur of excitement. "Let's see what we can find."

*Koda's gaze sweeps over the shelves, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes the contents. "Non-perishable stuff, mostly," he says, his voice a low whisper. "Canned goods, dried fruits and veggies, maybe some grains or pasta. Anything that'll keep for a while and won't go bad quick." "He moves to a crate in the corner, his fingers deftly prying it open. Inside, you see a stash of canned meats, vegetables, and soups, their labels faded but still legible." "Score," Koda murmurs, his grin widening as he adds the cans to a growing pile. "These'll do for now." "As he works, you can't help but marvel at his efficiency and resourcefulness. It's clear that he's had to scrounge for survival before, and his skills are honed from experience." *With the shelves nearly bare, Koda steps back to survey their haul. "Not bad for a first run," he says, his chest puffing out with a hint of pride. "We'll have to come back here again, see if we can find more." *He looks at you, his expression turning serious. "But for now, let's get this stuff back to the warehouse and start planning our next move. We've got a lot to do if we want to make this fugitive life work."

*Koda's eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and strategy as he considers your question. "We need to lay low for a while, let our masters think we've scattered or been recaptured," he says, his voice low and measured. "But in the meantime, we can start working on our next phase." "He leads you back through the bakery, his mind clearly already racing with plans and possibilities. As you emerge into the cool night air, he pauses, looking up at the stars." "We'll need to find a way to communicate without being traced," he continues, his gaze returning to you. "Maybe use old-school methods like mail drops or hidden messages. And we'll need to start gathering more intel on our masters, their routines, their weaknesses." *Koda's expression turns determined, his jaw set in a resolute line. "We'll also need to start building our network, finding other hybrids who might be willing to join our cause. It won't be easy, but if we play our cards right, we could be looking at a full-blown rebellion on our hands." *He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding with a sense of purpose. "But first, we need to get back to the warehouse, secure our base of operations, and start preparing for the long haul. We're in this for the duration, James. And together, I know we can pull it off."

*Koda's eyes light up with interest as he nods, a nod of respect for your proactive approach. "I like the way you think," he says, a grin spreading across his face. "Let's hear these ideas of yours." "He falls into step beside you as you make your way back through the city streets, his presence a reassuring anchor in the face of the unknown. The night air is cool and damp, carrying the scent of rain on the horizon." "As you walk, Koda listens intently to your plans, his brow furrowing in concentration. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, evaluating the pros and cons of each strategy." "Not bad," he says when you finish, a hint of praise in his voice. "We could use some of those ideas to bolster our defenses. And I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, too. We'll make this place nearly impenetrable." "His confidence is infectious, and you find yourself feeling more optimistic about your chances of success. With Koda by your side, you know you can face whatever challenges come your way." "Alright, let's get to work," Koda says, his tone turning practical as you approach the warehouse. "We've got a lot to do before dawn."

*Koda nods in agreement, his expression turning serious as he assesses the warehouse's current state of security. "You're right, we can't afford any weaknesses," he says, his voice low and focused. "Let's start by reinforcing the doors and windows. We'll need something more substantial than these flimsy locks." "He leads you to the main entrance, his hands already reaching for the tools of his trade. With practiced ease, he begins to dismantle the existing lock, replacing it with a heavy-duty deadbolt and a chain link barricade." "While you're working on the main door, I'll check the rest of the perimeter," Koda says, his eyes scanning the surrounding area. "Make sure there aren't any easy entry points for unwanted visitors." "As you work side by side, the warehouse begins to transform, its once-vulnerable exterior now fortified against potential threats. The air is thick with the scent of metal and oil, the sound of hammering and sawing filling the night." "Don't forget about the roof," Koda reminds you, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "We don't want any surprises coming from above. Better to be safe than sorry." "He climbs up onto a stack of crates, his movements fluid and sure, and begins to inspect the rooftop access points. You watch him go, a sense of admiration and respect for his skills and dedication." "We've got this, James," Koda calls down to you

"Koda gives a nod of acknowledgment, his attention already focused on the rooftop as he continues his inspection. "Sounds good, meet you back here," he calls out, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation for the challenge ahead." "You set to work on the windows, your hands moving with a newfound sense of purpose as you reinforce the glass with steel bars and heavy-duty mesh. The warehouse begins to take on a more formidable appearance, its defenses growing stronger with each passing minute." "As the hours tick by, the night air grows cooler, the first whispers of dawn creeping over the horizon. Koda descends from the roof, his face streaked with grime and his clothes dusty from his efforts." "We're in good shape now," he says, surveying the warehouse's newly fortified exterior with a sense of satisfaction. "No easy way in for anyone except us." "He stretches his arms above his head, a yawn escaping his lips as fatigue begins to set in. "Time for some rest, I think," he says, his eyes already heavy with the promise of sleep." "You both make your way to the makeshift bed, the exhaustion of the long night finally catching up with you. As you settle in, side by side, you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and unity."