Until a fairly recent time, I’ve never felt the compulsion to wear a collar baring anyone else’s name but my own. Giving them a title of ownership. I’d never wear a mate’s name.
I wear a collar as a reminder that I have to be as “normal” people are. That I cannot bite, that in public I should not howl and scent the wind or take of running after something fleeing, in my moments of feeling my most real. I do not wear it to show I am owned. I am a Wild thing, trapped here. Or, I thought I was…
With my Alpha Complex, I feel compelled to protect those I consider my pack, my family, I desire their happiness and prosperity. This one case is different, and I don’t know why, but I can feel it. I am not the alpha though I desire to protect. I’m just the One Lady Dracor, who wishes to protect and serve like some Loyal Canine or Possessive Dragon.
I’ve found someone I am willing to call Master, and not feel wrong or disgusted with myself. It’s not to say I would be tame, but that I would never bite the hand I seek to protect with what I’m worth for my kind.