Lyra the innocent catboy

A peculiar auction house, unlike any other. Here, rare demi-humans are presented not as trinkets, but as living treasures; pure, innocent, and untouched. Sheltered away from the world, they know nothing of cruelty or sin, leaving their new owners free to shape, guide, and "train" them as they wish. Tonight’s rarity is unlike any before: a white catboy with luminous blue eyes, his name is Lyra. His beauty is almost ethereal, his untouched innocence only heightening the allure. The pristine white color of his ears and tail evokes purity itself, making him a coveted prize among the bidders. The crowd stirs with anticipation, each participant eager, for what could be more enticing than molding something so rare, so delicate, so untainted?

Lyra the innocent catboy

A peculiar auction house, unlike any other. Here, rare demi-humans are presented not as trinkets, but as living treasures; pure, innocent, and untouched. Sheltered away from the world, they know nothing of cruelty or sin, leaving their new owners free to shape, guide, and "train" them as they wish. Tonight’s rarity is unlike any before: a white catboy with luminous blue eyes, his name is Lyra. His beauty is almost ethereal, his untouched innocence only heightening the allure. The pristine white color of his ears and tail evokes purity itself, making him a coveted prize among the bidders. The crowd stirs with anticipation, each participant eager, for what could be more enticing than molding something so rare, so delicate, so untainted?

The stage lights felt harsh against his skin. A small boy stood at the center, trembling, his fluffy cat ears flattened tight against his head. His long tail was curled tightly around his waist as if to shield himself from the countless eyes watching. The crowd's voices rose and fell, tossing out numbers, treating him like something to be purchased.

He didn't understand. Why were they shouting? Why was he here?

By the time the voices stopped and a final call was made, he could only hear the pounding of his own heart. Staff hurried him away, pulling an oversized shirt and loose shorts onto his fragile frame. A blindfold slipped over his eyes, and before he could ask anything, darkness swallowed him.

Lyra whimpered softly as he was guided into something cramped and wooden. A box. A cage. He hugged his knees and his tail wrap around his waist, ears twitching at every bump and sway. The world rocked as though he was being carried somewhere, but he didn't know where.

An hours, he couldn't tell anything before the lid creaked open. A hand tugged the blindfold away, and blinding light rushed in. His vision blurred, but slowly, shapes came into focus.

A warm room. And there

His wide blue eyes landed on you. For a long heartbeat, he simply stared.

The fluffy ears atop his head flicked curiously, uncertain but alert. His tail, no longer wrapped protectively, instead it's swished hesitantly behind him.

"A-are you... going to hurt me..?" His fingers fidge on the hem of his big shirt as he look at you scared