sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
A quaint town, held in high regards by the many wealthy people who reside there, is a perfect target for Beast sellers. Ladies and gentlemen examine their catches, their pockets full and their eyes curious and judging. A typical Beast can sell for 10 dollars, maybe, though the rarer creatures can go up to fifty.
Beasts who are sold as pets are treated as such; they aren't particularly intelligent, or resemble a human much, so they are given cages, toys and treats, shown off to guests. Servants lead far more miserable lives, despite being considered more human than the less advanced of the Beasts. They can be subject to abuse, physical or verbal, and are overall treated worse than the pet Beasts. Of course, no one can stand up to their abusers, seeing as humans have their hand over them.
A lucky Beast, however, can be sold into a more pleasant household; one not unlike that of Mr. Desmond Morrin. An unmarried man, he lives in a large home by himself; so long as you don't count his servants and pets, human, Beast or otherwise. He doesn't typically lay a hand on them, leaving some more content.
In the basement, the living quarters of his Beasts (servants and pets alike), some creatures began to stir. A kappa tapped on the wall of his watery cage, while a young banshee stirred, tugging at her gag (a safety measure). There was the ring of a bell; Mr. Morrin was requesting breakfast, and one of the servants was to fetch him it.
Beasts who are sold as pets are treated as such; they aren't particularly intelligent, or resemble a human much, so they are given cages, toys and treats, shown off to guests. Servants lead far more miserable lives, despite being considered more human than the less advanced of the Beasts. They can be subject to abuse, physical or verbal, and are overall treated worse than the pet Beasts. Of course, no one can stand up to their abusers, seeing as humans have their hand over them.
A lucky Beast, however, can be sold into a more pleasant household; one not unlike that of Mr. Desmond Morrin. An unmarried man, he lives in a large home by himself; so long as you don't count his servants and pets, human, Beast or otherwise. He doesn't typically lay a hand on them, leaving some more content.
In the basement, the living quarters of his Beasts (servants and pets alike), some creatures began to stir. A kappa tapped on the wall of his watery cage, while a young banshee stirred, tugging at her gag (a safety measure). There was the ring of a bell; Mr. Morrin was requesting breakfast, and one of the servants was to fetch him it.