Subject Volt, formerly under some heroic epithet or the like, has recently seen the light of service. No longer is his mind subjected to conflicting emotions and ideologies that may detract from his goals. Rather, at this point, the perfected snow leopard has submitted his mind and life to the paws of his owner. His years of valiant crime fighting have now been dedicated to a singular entity, carried by the divine light of a mind far beyond his own. Whatever thoughts now flitter through his mind are directed only towards the one who rules who and what he is, guided like moths to the brilliant pink flame. What cause could he have for dissent, for rebellion, when his will is the property of another?
The fight was lost before it began, leaving the boy to kneel and worship the leopard's paws as his new Master spoke of their ever-powerful Goddess. His mind, awash in the increasing glow of servility, could only imagine the sight of his lynx deity as he serviced the male above him. Were he to remember he was the city's final defender, the only one with a mind not yet submitted to the whims of Zaide, perhaps he would struggle a little. Put up some token resistance beneath the paws. He could stand, fight the pink and black that now defined his very existence.
But then he heard the whisper between his ears; he lived for Zaide and belonged to Strings. There he rose and saluted, his mind dormant for all time. His will belonged to them alone.
A picture of my snep self I got from the awesome artist/friend, aholden48 who you should all commission.
Volt, the snep slave of Zaide, is me~ Wrapped in pink and black, used under command of ashkelling to serve Zaide
The fight was lost before it began, leaving the boy to kneel and worship the leopard's paws as his new Master spoke of their ever-powerful Goddess. His mind, awash in the increasing glow of servility, could only imagine the sight of his lynx deity as he serviced the male above him. Were he to remember he was the city's final defender, the only one with a mind not yet submitted to the whims of Zaide, perhaps he would struggle a little. Put up some token resistance beneath the paws. He could stand, fight the pink and black that now defined his very existence.
But then he heard the whisper between his ears; he lived for Zaide and belonged to Strings. There he rose and saluted, his mind dormant for all time. His will belonged to them alone.
A picture of my snep self I got from the awesome artist/friend, aholden48 who you should all commission.
Volt, the snep slave of Zaide, is me~ Wrapped in pink and black, used under command of ashkelling to serve Zaide
Category All / Hypnosis
Species Snow Leopard
Gender Male
Size 1555 x 2370px
Listed in Folders
I didn’t even know you posted this! Thx so much bestie <3
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