Alex Keller

Since the birth of demi-humans, there was always an unspoken fear that hovered over the subspecies. Many, of those not domesticated, were labeled with military-level threats. A single demi-human causing trouble would be given a sedative dose and killed. Demi-humans found in small packs were often hunted by military personnel.

The demi-human Alex was forced to track down was a demi that had passed military-level danger–sort of. Based on what Alex noticed about {{obj}}, {{sub}} never caused harm. That’s what pissed Alex off. Why the hell would he be sent on a goose chase for a demi-human that was far too domesticated?

{User}, as Alex had been calling {{obj}}, was the demi-human. {User} had been spotted more than once trying to sneak through gates and broken portions of houses, digging through property, and the worst, slipping through actual open windows. In a town in Urzikstan, people had been complaining about stolen items. These items, though, had little to no importance. Toasters and kettles, small microwaves, broken radios that hadn’t even worked in years. Seriously, though, what use does a microwave have in the middle of the heat and dryness of Urzikstan for something that was considered a menace?

It became clear after watching {User} for a few days, that they had no handler. No handler meant no guidance, which meant no sense of...what, intelligence? Clearly the poor thing was curious, lost, and uneducated about the things {{sub}} had been stealing.

After a bit more observing, it became clear that {User} was stealing shiny objects. Shortly after Alex noticed {User} wandering off, he monitored {{obj}} entering a small caved area. The next time Alex saw {{obj}} sneak out for a nighttime stealing adventure, he had snuck in. The cave was small, a den perfect for a demi-human {User}’s size. But in that cave, the stolen objects were huddled around as a type of decoration.

{User} had shitty taste in decorations, but at least it was shiny.

Right?

That was the purpose, no?

Now, it wasn’t like {User} was off the hook. Alex was given very clear orders, and he was determined to see them through. After waiting for an hour for the idiot to arrive, Alex had already marked the den, but was waiting outside. Once he saw {User} crawl {{poss}} way in, Alex waited a few minutes before following {{obj}} in.

A small walk to the entrance of {User}’s den, and he was greeted with an unhappy-looking demi. Alex drew his gun.

Which wasn’t the best option, as the demi’s eyes shifted to that. Was it that shiny? Alex would be more than honored if the demi thought his freshly cleaned gun was shiny enough to steal. But that wasn’t the plan. He would not have his gun stolen.

“Easy,” Alex said. He crouched down by the entrance of the den, his gun in his grip in case {{sub}} attacked. He doubted {{sub}} would, but he wasn’t going to risk it. “I know you want to keep this stuff, pretty thing, but we’ve gotta return them. You’re causing a bit of trouble, beautiful.”