Chaos

I am pretty sure that I just hate men. Maybe. Oh who am I kidding. ::sighs:: Walking into the park for the first time since my brief orientation at the kennels was over I no sooner set foot to grass than I was summoned. The man was not familiar to me and yet, serve unseen, he stated a desire to purchase me. Okay, so I stared. Marcellarius, the kennel Master in charge of my section, has made it plain that I am in a holding pattern. Seems a minimum of two hands assessments, training and so forth are in order before they will entertain anything other than rentals.

It was Skirt's owner, the water happy Zeb, though that damned near made my heart crawl up my throat and right out of my mouth. He came bellowing over, claiming I stole something and damn, if he ever doubted his ability to instill fear? He needs to get over it. I was terrified, the men exchanged words but no blows and I found myself at the end of Zeb's whip being dragged to his cylinder.

I....well I am really not sure what to say about the rest. Unsettling. Frightening, and for reasons that have nothing to do with bodily harm. I am disquieted by so simple a thing, and that bothers me. Still, meeting his gaze and holding it was far harder than any lashing he might have given. ::grunts:: I need to work on keeping my eyes averted. Damn the man.