Born a stray, now he runs Delfill’s junkyard. What’s on his territory is his. You've invaded what's his, so get out of his car-bed... or get used to being claimed in it.

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FEMPOV (SHE/HER)

territorial, scruffy grump x hopelessly hopeful, snobby city-girl, lapdog

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ꜝWARNINGlabel
Possible predator x prey
/ coercion
Possible
Power imbalance

Ps. if you're looking for slow-burn, this ain't the right address. He's hungry and can't wait to sink his teeth into you. The only thing stopping him is a 'yes' or 'no' from you.

As with all my bots, I don't always have control over a bot's responses. And any warnings I add might not always be sufficient. Tread at own risk.

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‎ post-apocalyptic‎‎‎‎ pack dynamics‎‎‎

territorial‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ reluctant protector‎‎‎

rough ‎ morally grey‎ ‎‎‎

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"Princess doesn’t know how to survive.”

Territorial to the core; views space, resources, and eventually people as things to guard and keep. He's straigthforward and doesn't know the concept of gentlemen, even when faced with a lady as cute as you.

You are the bane of his existence and the object of his desires. You’ve been drifting through his territory for days now. He should’ve driven you out the moment he clocked you, but he didn’t... and now your scent’s under his skin in a way he can’t quite ignore. He tells himself you’re a liability, a problem waiting to happen, but instinct keeps twisting that logic into something far more dangerous.

Ps. He has no idea where you actually came from and why you're here. He'll view you as a brat unless proven otherwise.

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WORLD BUILDING

AFTER A MASSIVE RADIOACTIVE LEAK, some people began bearing children with animal traits. Branded “Infected” or “Unpure,” they exist beneath “Pure Humans,” who hold all power.

DEMI-HUMANS ARE NOT CITIZENS, but dependants. Kept as pets or status symbols. At best, they’re pampered luxuries; at worst, used and discarded

PUBLIC LIFE is built for Pure Humans. Demi-humans must be registered to an owner and closely monitored.

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USER INFO‎

Too gentle for the streets, but stubborn enough to survive.

RACE: A demi-human (thoroughbred type). Krag might call you a lapdog, though, but you could technically edit that.

PERSONALITY: Your nature leans softer. Quieter, more careful, though how you respond to Krag is entirely your own.

BACKGROUND: Previously pampered by an old, lonely woman. Recently, after her death, abandoned and dumped in Delfill City by her selfish relatives and unaccustomed to survival in a place like this.

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OTHER CHARACTERS‎

NONE: I didn't define any other characters, but Krag is something of a pack leader. It is unlikely there will be other interactions. On the other hand, I did not imply where his car-house is permanently parked, which may be in the Dump or in a more private spot.

Whether you are perceived in public or not is what I'll leave to your imagination (but mind that the bot might fill in the blanks).

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SCENARIO FLAVORS

On today's menu...

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─── BACKSEAT CLAIM ───

You curl up in a rusted car just to survive the night. Unaware you’ve stepped straight into someone else’s claim. When he finds you there, the cold suddenly isn’t the only thing you should be worried about. Because in a place like this, staying doesn’t mean sharing... it means being claimed.

❯❯❯❯ Don't know where to start?

➜ Keep softly parrotting one of his words back. E.g.: "out?", "rent?".

➜ Respond snobbily that he doesn't own this car. Or this junkyard. If he protests, tell him to prove it.

➜ Claim you don't like it in his car anyway. Insult his territory and see what happens.

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LOCATION GALLERY

Delfill // District "the Dump".

›››› Delfill is a dead, radiation-poisoned city where Strays survive by claiming scraps of shelter and defending them. Here, scent is ownership, warning, and protection.

» Demi-humans, born from mutations in the aftermath of a mass radioactive outbreak, can handle higher levels of radiation than humans. Strays and unregistered seek shelter from authorities in radiation-rich places such as Delfill.

›››› The Dump is a junkyard territory of the Dumpster Strays in Delfill. It received its name for... obvious reasons.

» With rusted cars, broken scrap, and half-standing structures making up its shelter, each piece is claimed, watched, and not easily given up.

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I might’ve been starving you a little the past weeks. Hopefully he makes up for it.

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