A Pet Is Family Too

Maeve Hollingsworth


Taylor Gnoll

Taylor sat in the cramped, dirty cage as he awaited his fate. The hunters had come to his family's farm and killed all but him, his two brothers, and one sister. They were the only ones deemed useful and able to sell. On the monster black market there were plenty of rich folk willing to buy werewolves, usually for protection, so they had to be the biggest, most fit, and best looking. When the auction arrived it irritated Taylor even more, he wasn't some type of pet to be sold, he was something with feelings and emotions just like the rest of them. He knew it was inevitable. His idea was to push his luck the first week or so, see how much he can get away with with his masters, and use that weakness against them, use it to get away. He hoped it was a sane family, not a phsycotic one or one wanting to experiment in him. About half way through the auction was when Taylor was brought out to be bought.

(So sorry I usually have two paragraphs)

Maeve stood upfront near a stage, her parents on either side of her. She was dressed in an all white dress that fell just above her knee. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, face seeming to be calm though she was actually anything but that. Today was the day her parents finally decided she was unsafe by herself. While she would admit that, in a way, she did bring this on herself. After months of sneaking out of her house to find things to do that would occupy her mind, something finally went wrong. She had found herself in a town she did not often visit in the late night hours. Before long she was attacked, but was soon let go due to a by standers help. To her disappoint this by stander happened to know her parents very well and ratted on Maeve the first chance they were given.

Now her she stood at an auction, her parents forcing her to pick a protecter. Maeve did not believe that this was right in the least bit. Though most of the world saw werewolfs as nothing but mindless monsters put here for human use, Maeve believed that werewolves were things with emotion and feelings. They were just as human as she was.

"Ooo Maeve honey, look at that one. He looks very strong." Maeve's mother whispered into Maeve's ear. Her mother had said those words, or words similar to them multiple times. She want Maeve to choose already, considering they had been there for a little over half the audition without Maeve speaking as much as one word. Maeve was sick of standing though, sick of seeing sick person after sick person buying these creatures.

"I want him" and with that her parents bid until Taylor was theirs.

(It's late here as well and i am so sleepy! I'm sorry if this sucks!!)

@ BadStreetBoys

@ Beautiful Misery
When he was sold the auctioneers handed Taylor off to a guard who brough him down and out back. They put a large shock collar, and studded leash on him while waiting for his buyers to claim him. When Maeve and her parents came the guard explained a bit to them about needing to keep him clean and fed, they also explained the shock collar, and other ways to punish in the instance that he misbehaved. As this was all going on, Taylor laid down in the corner, thinking of his family. His brother was up next in the auction and that made him even more depressed. In his wolf form he was quite large. He was all brown, with yellow eyes, his body lean with muscle. He looked like This. From afar he probably looked like a lab or something. But he was much stronger and much more vicious. He wondered what they would do if he shifted to his human form. His neck wouldn't be as large, and he could throw the collar off of himself, but he would be naked. He would be strong, but probably not strong enough to fight them all off. When all the formalities were done and he was paid for. The guard handed her father the leash and told him that his name was Taylor before wishing him luck. Taylor whined softly as he was pulled from the back room and out to the parking lot. But he decided to comply so he could get a look at the entire family. He looked the dad up and down and though he would be a pretentious ass, the mother nearly the same but way too much of the follower. The daughter seemed like she would be the nicest to him

@ BadStreetBoys
Maeve let out a small sigh as the auctioneers yanked the creatures around as if they were nothing but an item. She waited as money was exchanged and papers were signed. She bit her lip sadly as she saw a shock collar placed on the wolfs neck. Though in wolf form, Maeve could tell he had a lot on his mind and she was curious as to what it was. His family maybe? She noticed that the wolfs eyes were drawn to the stage, to a certain wolf. Was that a sibling maybe? She wanted to talk to him but knew that was impossible to do here.

"Grab the leash sweetie." Her dad said with a proud nod. He knew his daughter needed this and he was a great dad for getting this her. Well that's what he thought.

Reluctantly Maeve leaned down to grab the leash. "Do not worry, I know you don't want to be here, but I'll try not to make your life anymore miserable as you probably already feel quite terrible. I'm sorry." She took the leash in her hand and home they went.

@ Beautiful Misery
Taylor reluctantly went along with the family, he hung his head to avoid looking up at his family which were all being sold off to others. He knew it was near impossible. But he hoped in his heart maybe one day they would be reunited with each other. Taylor didn't like the father, his voice was pretentious and he disliked him even more. When the girl began to talk to him Taylor lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes squinted before he lowered his head again and jumped into the back of the vehicle like he was told to. As the family arrived at the mansion and Taylor was being brought towards the house he took every opportunity to sniff what he could, trying to learn the place. He also took an opportunity to pee on a shrub before finally allowing himself to be tugged into the house. When he entered he began to sniff everything inside as well. Taylor sat down and looked up between the three in his new 'family' assuming he would be briefed on what his job would be. He shook his head and his ears flopped against his head before his eyes began to scan everything around them.

@ BadStreetBoys
Maeve drew in a sharp breath as she sat on the couch in the living room, her parents on either side of her, the wolf sitting on the ground in front of them. Come to think of it, Maeve had yet to figure out the wolves name, she would have to ask him when they were alone. That wouldn't be long from now considering her parents never stayed home for long periods of time, they would probably be off on a business trip soon.

"Your job is to keep Maeve out of trouble. Wherever she goes, you go and protect her at all costs. If anything bad happens to her from here on out, it's on you dog." Maeve's father stated sternly. He turned his gaze to his daughter, he believed the look on her face was gratefulness, but it was nothing more than annoyance. He often mixed up the two emotions.

Not long after being home, her parents were soon off as they always were. An important business trip is what they always said but Maeve hardly ever believed it.

"We love you honey. We will be back in a week," Maeve's mom stepped a little closer and whispered in Maeve's ear "if he acts out just use this." And handed her the remote to the shock collar. Maeve had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Yes ma'am" and with that it was only Maeve and Taylor.

"I want to ask you a few questions and I am pretty sure you don't shift with clothes on so If you don't mind talking to me I'm going to go grab some clothes for you. Is that okay?"

@ Beautiful Misery
Taylor swished his tail back and forth as her father spoke, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. It was very hot in here, more so due to the fact he had a thick layer of fur covering him. When her father stopped talking he turned in a circle before laying down on the floor and had his back to the family. Taylor was going to give as little respect as possible. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be on the Gnoll family farm, but he knew that wasn't an option anymore. Taylor stared off around the house as he was thinking about his family. He heard her parents leave, his ears perking up as he heard the car sound. But they turned slightly when he heard a voice from behind him. Taylor stood up and turned to face Maeve. When she spoke, he tilted his head to the side. Showing emotions in wolf form was never easy. She seemed nice. Maybe he'd talk to her, he wasn't sure he wanted to stay in this form 100% of the time. But he'd had fun with her while in human form.

When Maeve returned with his clothes he just took the pair of boxers before moving behind the couch, shifting, and putting them on. He walked around the front and looked diwn at Mave. Taylor stood at 6'2" and had a deep farmers tan, his muscles just as defined as they were in his wolf form. He had grey eyes, and his hair color was a bit lighter than his fur color, the slight stubble he had for a beard was the same as his fur. He stretched out w bit, running a hand down his chest and groaning. "Alright so what's up?" He asked raising and eyebrow at her before plopping himself onto the couch besides Maeve.

@ BadStreetBoys
Maeve watched as he emerged from behind the couch, nothing but boxers clothing him. She let a small grin creep on her face.

"I brought you more clothes than just boxers you know?" She mentioned, motioning to the shorts and shirt in her had. "But I suppose what ever you're more comfortable in is fine."

Before He had a chance to sit down, Maeve had a chance to examine him. The main thing she was drawn too was the eyes. He had some of the prettiest eyes in her opinion. She also noticed that he was much taller than her though she wasn't sure by how much considering she was sitting down.

Once he was beside her on the couch she decided to ask her first question. "Okay so this an easy question. What's your name? Unfortunately those bigots at the auction don't seem to take names of all of you, quite annoying really."

@ Beautiful Misery
Taylor chuckled slightly at her clothes comment. "The only time I'm dressed in more than this, well was, when I was doing farm work. Other than that? Nah. Too much clothes would be ruined from untimed shifting." He said and crossed his arms over his chest, and one leg with an ankle on her knee as he looked around. "My name? Taylor, Taylor Gnoll.." He said and flashed a cheesy grin. "What about you?" He asked and turned around on the couch so he could get a look at the other side. His vision in wolf and human form differed, Taylor liked to be able to see the differences and make notes of them for when he was in wolf form. "Man I'm starved do you have food for me that isn't dog food? I'm really not feeling that. Meat based is a preference." He said grinning at his 'master' again. He wanted to see how casual he could get with her before she thought he crossed a line. Taylor stood and walked to the door, checking the lock before moving to the other doors and windows. "So why do you need protection and how much danger will I be in?" He asked as Taylor slowly started to walk around and explore the place. "Also parents, I don't think they wanna see how I look in human form? They really didn't give me much to go off. Pretty much I need to die for you, and didn't tell
Me a punishment if I were to let you get hurt."

@ BadStreetBoys
Maeve gave him a small smile. She was very surprised he was talking to her without protest. She very much believed that whoever her parents got for her would immediately dislike her due to the fact that she was basically taking their life away. "My name is Maeve Hollingsworth." She stated, noticing that he shifted on the couch a bit, confused as to why though. "Why did you just turn your whole body on the couch? That's weird." She chuckles a little, shaking her head. "Food? Well believe it or not my family has a personal chef but I much rather do things myself so he knows to leave when they leave. I can cook us something." She stood up and made her way into the kitchen. Once in the doorway she turned her head to look back at Taylor. "You're more than welcome to come help me if you would like to?" She offered. "Oh the danger?" Maeve stopped a moment to answer his question. "Unfortunately, the wealth of my parents falls back to me and everyone seems to think that if they get me, they get the wealth. While that is true, I do not car much for those who want me only after knowing the size of my wallet. I'm also known for wondering to places at times, so I sometimes find myself in unsafe situations."

@ Beautiful Misery
Taylor raised an eyebrow at her name, chuckling softly. "Sorry sorry didn't mean to laugh at your name. It just drips with rich." He said and glanced back at her when she asked why he was moving. "I'm just trying to look around and get a feel for the place. My vision is different now than in my wolf form.
I see better in certain lightings now than wolf." He said and shrugged. Taylor grinned softly when she said she liked to cook on her own. At least she's not compeltly stuck up like normal rich people He thought to himself. "Believe it or not I'm utterly obsessed with eating. And because of my very high metabolism and wolfness I need to eat a lot." Taylor followed her to the kitchen, looking around. He nosily opened cupboards and such. "This shit is so expensive. My family wasn't poor but farmers income we only had this on like thanksgiving." He commented turning to her. "I don't think you want my help I can't cook for my life. My mother and sister they definitely could, but I never learned because I always was out with my dad." He said sitting at the bar in the kitchen as he looked over to her. "Okay so I'm to scare off suitors and evil-doers." He said and chuckled. Taylor didn't trust the family at all yet. But he thought maybe if he could gain he trust. He'd be able to escape and find his family again one day

@ BadStreetBoys
Maeve rolled her brown eyes slightly as a grin danced on her lips. He was funny. "Hmm.. little farm boy doesn't know how to cook? Well, I'm going to teach you since we will be spending a decent amount of time together." she nodded her head and then proceeded to grab different ingredients out of the cabinets and some from the fridge.

In the midst of grabbing things a bag of open flour slipped from her finger tips and a puff of white powder went absolutely everywhere. At the moment she stopped and starred at the mess she had created. "Wow, well that was a great start off to your lesson. Tip number one, do not be a clutz like me and drop things." Maeve then headed towards a closet off to the side for a broom. "Believe it or not this is not the first time that i have done this." she paused "Cooking and dropping things. Making a mess is just a part of the process for me apparently."