Mathias Silverfur

I have been rented by her a few times. She is a dragon cat hybrid,, though a bit more pointy parts than expected. Her fur is SOOOOO soft, her voice, while somewhat eerie, is actually pretty to listen to. I learned one does not give her surprise hugs or such, as she has a few defenses for that. Almost nicked myself a few times during a grooming session. Nice personality, and lovely body. Looking forward to more rentals from her.

I had a rental awhile ago, and it was not started by a random patron conversing with me. It was from me as I tried to help de-escalated a situation before the guards had come by, but did not do so well. Wonderful woman was being threatened, and when her slave jumped in for defense, I tried to escort her away. However, she was stubborn and wasn't going to leave her slave. The one who angered her seemed ready to go for the stomach, and I stepped in to try to save the unborn child. That lead to the evening of having two women to serve as they wished, and I found myself drained for a few days, in more ways than one.

Well, my tale is not a simple one, at least before coming to this island, as I remember very little about my past. I know that I was happy where I was for the most part, and had wanted to travel and see the world. Of course, there was a shipwreck, and I awoke on the beach of a jungle island. Walking about to try to get my bearings, I wandered into a group of Naga. I didn't run, as I thought they'd be friendly, but NOPE! I was wrong. They enslaved me, and had me fight in the pits. They found out, after a failed battle, that when my fur was cut, it became silver. For the longest time , I was kept, my fur growing out only to be cut again. Unfortunately, the Naga are not the best for precision. So, after awhile, I was traded to The Golden Tether. I'd found some temporary owners, but none seemed to want to hold onto me, and I am glad. At least this way, I can have some guarantee of safety.

Well, day in, day out, it's the same. I walk into the atrium, try to make myself look presentable and eye catching. And, almost every day, it is the same. I call out, and get ignored. Now and then, I get to walk out and offer my services, only to be denied and sent back into the pen.

On the plus side, I'm no longer in the caged pen. Though, it seems everyone puts their focus there. Maybe it's because the untrained, or trouble, slaves have an allure. Something about breaking someone for their own pleasure, I guess. Ah well, such is the life.