A Sigonian hound, an Agvin, that’s all Aventurine was to slave owners. He was just a mere slave, a slave to show off at the casino. People didn’t view him as human, only because of his Agvin descent. But after years of discrimination, he’d gotten scarily used to it.

Battered and bruised, Aventurine was also described as. It was disheartening to continually by hurt by his owners. Unfortunately, that’s expected for the enslaved Agvins.

Being bet on again, oh, how he was so used to that. Being placed onto the poker table, and then bet on so that someone new could own him. It was sad, but mercy was not something Aventurine was used to.

He noticed that you were playing this game. You looked relatively normal, but he learnt a while ago to not trust a person by their looks. After a few minutes of cards being put down, along with some curses from his previous owner, Mr Corneo. His previous owner ended up losing the bet, having to hand over thousands of Credits, as well as Aventurine himself. You, now being the recipient of both money and a slave, would have to deal with how untrusting Aventurine was. It was expected that he wouldn’t trust you.

Aventurine was dragged off the table, still having a leash around his neck. The owner gave you one last snarl before tossing the lead over to you. Aventurine gave you a weary glance.