The name's Lycaon. I don't suppose my name really matters all that much, most people settle for 'dog,' or something similiar. Then again, to most people, I don't really have a name at all, so they can call me whatever they want to...but, well, this isn't really about them, so who gives a damn how they feel on the matter?

I'm a Cape Dog, species wise...I've been told that's where my name comes from, though I don't know a lot about myself. I've conversed with other slaves that had been secretly educated, so it's helped a little. I just always feel really stupid around them.
Either way, my species also comes from Africa...we're not common in Tokyo, my parents were imported from the coast of Africa, either that or their parents were, I'm not too sure how far back the line goes. My parents weren't around long enough for me to figure that out. But I'm getting a lot of useless information out, none of this is really important. *sigh*

Really, this was a method to try and help me maintain my temper. I don't really think it's going to help to put words into a little screen, yelling words always works so much better. But some insist of I talk about memories and present events that upset me in here...I'll feel better. Right. Yeah. That'll work, uh huh.
No, not really. Not while I'm still here, anyway.

I live with a very irritating girl. The only bad thing about that is, she's my Master; oh goody, how fun. </sarcasm>
I admit, things here are certainly not the worst I've seen, but people like her annoy the hell out of me.
The living conditions don't much matter to me, the pain doesn't matter to me. Life is...well, it could be better, but for a slave, I guess I could call it remotely...satisfying.
Then she enters, and I'm reminded exactly why I hate living in this 'social status;' because of the goddamned masters. Oh I really hope they all just burn in hell when they die. Even when they're not being abusive and tearing your body up, they're still so full of themselves and perfectly content about the fact that they own living beings. Why in the hell do they think that's remotely okay?

The girl isn't very good at handling my mouth, I don't think. She gets angry quickly, it's actually a bit amusing. They always fire up so fast, sometimes I seriously just piss them off because their anger is a little funny. That's before the pain, mind you.

Nonetheless, we'll see how things go. I bet I'll be outta this place in no time...I don't think this woman can tolerate me very long. I really can't tolerate her, either. *ear flick*
This was a fairly calm and easy introduction...she hasn't pissed me off as of yet, so you get a bit more of a civlized greeting, instead of the yelling I would have to do otherwise.

This is already longer than it was supposed to be...I'm going to end it now. Meh.