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Nov 26, 2019 23:34:29 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2019 23:34:29 GMT -5
NAME: Charlie AGE: 16 PRIMARY FUNCTION: Lap or Companion Dog, Show Pet, Hound PREVIOUS FUNCTION: N/A SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES:
Mental capacity of a small animal, complacent, barely able to speak, very dependent, culture not instilled, rare gold eyes
Charlie watched the bustle of the marketplace silently.
He looked odd in his loincloth and loose furs among the more civilized humans. Some called him a primitive or Neanderthal and he supposed he was. Or he might have had he fully understood, but as he sat like an obidient dog, hands and feet against the ground, it didn’t seem to matter.
He wasn’t panicked or worried. Maybe not mentally competent enough to grasp his situation just yet. Or maybe just not truly caring since he was being fed and taken care of as he was.
Of course, the boy had capacity to wonder what they’d do to him though.
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Dec 1, 2019 10:07:13 GMT -5
Post by Nikita on Dec 1, 2019 10:07:13 GMT -5
Nikita, after Elisabeth had 'improved' and developed quite the 'pain' to even remain around other apes. Additionally, Nikita had already lost her lapdog. There was no way Elisabeth would still sit on her lap, she 'accepted' she was likewise 'ape than human'. Silly creatures.
She ventures down one of the cages, not attending the horrifying display of another troublesome district. There had to be a way, a system to notify it. These humans justify better, particularly when their lives were 'devastated'. Of course, she didn't view it that way.
Quietly Nikita progresses after discovering those dazzling, rare irises that revealed exceedingly, greater than the faint lights hovering above. She lays a hand on the glass, studying him. He was adorable, uncommon, something that she would admire to own.
Once that desire was confirmed, she sways her head around for the handler. Where were they? Instead, she focuses on the primitive human. "Have a name or family?"
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