Lalita the Shiny Ninetales and Alein the Human ((Inactive))

Born into poverty Alein has known only struggle his entire life. His parents had four other children, all older than Alein himself, and quite often the young boy was simply forgotten. But at age 6, when his mother died, the child soon found himself not only noticed but the object of his father's affections, serving as a replacement for her in nearly every way. This continued until Alein was 14 and finally ran away from home, never bothering to look back or even see what became of the siblings who had ignored his torture.

Unfortunately for Alein this was when things went from bad to worse.

Unfamiliar with the outside world, always being kept in the house except when at school, the timid youth soon fell in with the wrong crowd. Tricked by an overly friendly thug Alein found himself sold into bondage, the object of any mans affections for the right price. When one Master would tire of beating and abusing the boy they would sell him once again, the tortures and nightmares beginning all over again. With each new Master came a new set of rules for him to learn and new ways of pleasing his owner. He never spent more than a year with each one of them as boredom seemed to run rampant in this kind of society, at least until Richard.

Richard was a monster. When Alein was 19 he went to live with Richard, who insisted on being called Sir instead of Master, and forced the young man to do terrible things. Worse than any other man in his life had ever done. He was humiliated daily, forced to prostrate himself before Sir's friends and colleagues and ordered to service them if he didn't perform a task to Sir's liking. If he did well...to Alein the rewards were always so much worse than the punishments. It was then that a small defiant streak began to break out in the youth which only grew stronger when he met 'him'.

Vincent Teshyr. The man was tall, fit, but incredibly intelligent. A doctor. He was utterly charming in conversation, at least what he could eavesdrop as he wasn't allowed to speak to Sir's guests, and quite possibly the only person who ever showed an ounce of true affection towards Alein. After one particular punishment concerning a small mishap of spilling a drop of red wine on one of Sir's dinner guests, Alein found himself with a broken wrist. Vincent not only took interest in his well-being but even help reset the wound, though when Sir found out it just made that night's beating worse. But to him it was worth it to feel those strong hands holding him more gently than he knew was possible.

As years went by and Vincent's business dealings with Sir increased Alein found himself desiring the tall man in ways he never knew were possible. It took several months for Sir to notice the change in his slave but when he did it seemed like anything Alein had suffered previously was a walk in the park. Beaten, burned, scarred, with split skin and shattered bones he was nearly broken. It took days, Sir getting tired and chaining him to the wall so he could eat or rest, but soon enough he would come back and renew the torturous experience. After the third day Alein finally snapped. When Sir unlocked his chains he went ballistic, tackling the sadistic man to the ground and beating him savagely, metal cuffs around his wrist adding to his weight and giving him just enough extra to actually split Sir's skull.

As the adrenaline wore down and the blood congealing around Sir's body cooled Alein finally came back to himself and was mortified. He...he had killed someone. Not just any someone, his Sir. The man who was supposed to be his reason for living and he had murdered him. Suddenly terrified he scooted as far away from the corpse as he could get, curling himself in the corner and crying for what seemed like hours. He kept thinking that eventually Sir was going to wake up and begin beating him again even though Sir's lips had long since gone pale and the skin sunken in due to lack of blood and dehydration. That didn't stop his fears, however. But who should find him in the this state other than the object of his hidden affection?

Much to Alein's surprise Vincent seemed more worried about Alein's wounds and state of mind than the obviously dead body on the floor, tending to the injured youth as best he could. It took several attempts as every time Vincent reached for him Alein would flinch and skitter away but finally he was able to get ahold of the boy and carry him out of the torture room he had called home for nearly a month. It didn't take long for the battered young man to imprint on Vincent completely, his new Master the kindest lover he had ever had. He took his role as dominant seriously, finding it a source of pride to watch Alein grow and flourish under his care. He taught him culture, literature, and gave the boy more independence than he had ever had. Though he still preferred to be by his Master's side than anywhere else.

The gift of a soft, supple black leather collar solidified their union and marked Alein as forever Vincent's. The short few years they spent together were the happiest of his life, at least before the Epidemic struck. Vincent had been a former trainer in his youth before taking up the life of a doctor so when the announcement that Pokemon were turning feral and killing anything in their path came across the regions he took the few Pokemon that stayed with him and Alein and they fled into the mountains. For a while they seemed safe, Vincent helping Alein to learn how to battle using his old Pidgeotto high up in the frigid peaks, but eventually the Pokemon around there began to turn as well. As their cabin was attacked the pair was forced to become nomadic, eventually hooking up with a refugee band deciding there was safety in numbers. Many of them didn't understand the relationship between Alein and his Master but neither of them cared, confident in their love and not needing the approval of anyone else.

Sadly the Undead got the drop on the refugees one day, ambushing them and killing several. Vincent and Alein got away but a Persian had followed the pair and set its sights on the younger male, attacking him and driving him to run from Vincent's protection. Thankfully Gyrlass, Vincent's Pidgeotto, escaped the Pokeball in Alein's pocket and fought the beast, killing it swiftly and checking on the human who had carried him. They tried backtracking back to where he had separated from Vincent but soon they realized they were hopelessly lost. Clothes tattered and bloody Alein was forced to scavenge for more in an abandoned house, sad to see that his collar had been ripped free of his neck during the struggle. Clutching the strip of shredded leather tightly he prayed to find his beloved Master once more and hoping that their reunion wouldn't have to wait until the afterlife.
**After running into a small band of Pokemon Alein was even more unsure of himself. The dark hound terrified him and the strange fox spoke in human tongue, leaving the poor young man struggling to find normalcy. The shimmering fox, however, proved to be a safer company. She didn't try to speak to him or push him, she merely stuck by his side. When the bugs came she got him out of the way first but sadly they got separated from the main gathering and now were lost on their own in the wild.