Mischief

MisChief
Owned By Rhys McTavish
Trained In Tracking
If Found Take Back To Port Talis Kennels
Young Female Sleen
Young Sleen — Handler-Bonded
Taken young from the wild—often at great cost—the handler-bonded sleen is not a pet in the soft sense of the word, but a weapon given breath and hunger. Even in youth, the sleen’s body is dense with muscle, its movements deliberate and heavy, as though it is forever measuring distance and intent. Its pale, speckled hide is broken by dark limbs and a shadowed facial mask, while short, black spines run along its back, stiffening when the beast is agitated.

Bonding begins early. The handler establishes dominance through scent, routine, and controlled feeding. The sleen learns quickly to associate its handler with food, safety, and command, though obedience is never absolute. A young sleen does not love—it recognizes authority. Its loyalty is conditional, maintained through strength and vigilance.

The animal remains alert at all times, head low, eyes watchful, constantly tasting the air. When at its handler’s side, it paces with restrained power, claws clicking softly against stone. A flick of its tail or a low rumble from its chest often serves as warning before aggression. Wise handlers learn to read these signs, for ignoring them invites injury or death.

Training focuses on restraint as much as attack. A well-handled young sleen can be taught to guard territory, track by scent, and respond to simple vocal or gesture commands. Leather harnesses or collars—often reinforced with metal—are used not for comfort, but control. Even so, the handler never fully trusts the beast. Chains are employed when resting, and feeding is done with care, never by bare hand.

Despite its youth, the sleen is dangerous to strangers. It reacts instinctively to fear, weakness, or sudden movement. Visitors are warned not to meet its gaze or turn their backs upon it. Only the handler may approach without challenge, and even then, never without caution.

Among those who walk with such beasts, it is said: “You do not own a sleen. You survive it.” A young sleen is an investment of blood and discipline—one that, if maintained, will grow into a fearsome guardian. If neglected, it will become a silent executioner waiting for a moment of weakness.