Obedient, loyal, mindless and entranced. All of these were accurate descriptions of the state Marek found himself in as he stood watch atop the spire beneath which his master slept. Despite this, any inspection of the imposing draconic figure would yield little insight to his true state of mind. With frightening accuracy and attention, his eldritch eyes pierced the stars as he perched on the tower during his watch. His conscious attention was not needed for him to perform his duty, his programming automatically puppeteering him to scan the skies for potential threats.

And what fools any would be to dare attempt harm upon the Byakhee’s Master. Even in the vastness of space, any incoming threat would be spotted light years away. A barrage of claws, fangs and golden energy would instantly meet any would-be invader, as the draconic guardian puts his eldritch gifts to use, allowing him to travel faster than light to intercept such threats.

Such attacks were rare though, and the Byakhee’s gifts were more often put to use on diplomatic matters. Whenever he would rest, his Master’s tentacles would embrace him into a soft cocoon wherein they would painlessly slip into his ears, dripping golden fluids into his brain, connecting with it and sending him into ecstasy, further programming him with orders, as well as thoughts of loyalty, obedience and blissful submission.

When he would awake, his orders would already be clear. His task as Envoy would often take him to other worlds to spread his Master’s influence. His mind completely zonked as his Master’s programming puppeteers his mouth and body, acting as a direct channel for his will and voice. Once his task finished, he would be gone in a snap, almost instantaneously traveling through the vastness of space back to his home, glorious Yulareil. There, he would once again serve as guardian, and companion to the one who changed his life in such a wonderful way, giving him purpose and belonging which he’d always ached for.

As a reward for his service, there was another task his Master would often have him perform. Though this much more intimate “duty” was far more of a delight than his others, and could hardly be compared to the rest. Speaking of which, it seemed now that his Master was rousing from his slumber, and there was something he’d been desperate to ask…


*****

I owe this magnificent piece, and my first commission to  Madness_Demon who did an exquisite job fleshing out my character and portraying him in such a badass scene!

 GrumpyGoat ’s universe is one that I’ve been drawn to for a very long time. I am beyond fortunate to have the privilege of calling him friend, and I am beyond happy whenever I have the honour of featuring in his setting.