@wolfishderik
Standing in a corner of the room in which they brand newly claimed pets, the dragonborn awaited for the guards to bring in the newest addition to his line of successful pets. He had had his eye on this one for awhile, having trained him a few years ago and watched him win countless medals, and after reuniting upon the battlefield and seeing that the lust for fighting was still strong within him, he knew... It was his time to snatch him up. Of course, the paperwork took a few days to process - Krod’s brother or not, he still had to undergo the same process as everyone else - and it wasn’t until the cock ring he ordered came in that he knew it was time to collect his pet.
That was how he found himself standing silently, a black tunic and matching leggings draped over his arm, as he heard the sound of pets jeering and foosteps approaching. “Looks like someone took pity on you, old dog,” he heard a guard jeer just before the pet was brought into the room, and the master flashed him a look as smoke billowed out of his nostrils. Almost immediately, the guard that spoke up muttered an apology and they moved to prepare the branding iron.
Taking a step forward, the dragonborn stared at the half-wolf briefly before he reached for the iron. “Tell me, pet... do you know how to ride a horse?”