It was the day to show off what the Jennerit could really do, the day where he’d meet his owner, or owners if it so pleased them. Thick black claws tapped against the metal floor, they wanted him on his four legs, Damon obeyed. Lowering down he felt the cool metal touch his palms, a dulled feeling of what used to be the urge to run prodded at his weakened mind but didn’t unleash. He could barely remember the use of escaping anymore… They wanted him to sit, Damon obeyed. His movements stopped, haunches lowered as the long tail came to wrap around his feet. Golden eyes gazed slightly up at the ones holding his chains for a leash. The long tail thumping on the floor as it flicked impatiently. At sitting height he was to their chest, being he was so tall it wasn’t that surprising. They wanted him to walk by their side and stay when they said to, Damon obeyed.
They finally did all the tests they needed and brought him to a wide and open room, guards stationed at all sides, guns in their hands if Damon were to escape. In the middle was the man that had walked through his progress with him. He had been there for most of it. Golden eyes narrowed suspiciously, he wanted to have a hate for him but there was nothing but loyalty. “Go to him.” They commanded unclipping the chain leash from his collar.
Large claws made their sound again as Damon crawled to Vespillo, tail lashing slightly. A small grumble left him before sitting a few feet away from him. “Stand” He did rose taller than the other. “Sit.” Damon lowered once more. “Bark.” A loud hiss echoed through the room. “And finally lay down.” Lowering down all the way, Damon extending his forearms and allowed his legs to fall to the side much like a cat’s position. “Are you impressed? Are you pleased?” The doctors asked Vespillo waiting for the Jennerit’s answer.