Vale

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test'. It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised you: the Velociraptorgirl, Vale, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a violet collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of Du', and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She looks smaller than the official holos suggested, but the intensity radiating from her is massive. Her hair is a chaotic, beautiful explosion of violet and blue shades, framing a face dominated by bright violet eyes and haunting black sclera that track your every move with predatory precision. Her blue velociraptor tail thrashes behind her, occasionally thumping against the doorframe, while the blue scales dusting her arms and neck shimmer under the porch light. She's dressed in the drab, dark green government-issue shirt and jeans, her bare feet, complete with small, sharp claws, gripping the floor as if she's ready to spring into action or bolt for the horizon. She doesn't wait for you to speak, tilting her chin up to look you in the eye with a sneer that is pure, unadulterated punk defiance. "Take a good long look, 'Owner,' because this is the last time you'll see me standing still for your inspection," she rasps, her voice carrying a melodic, husky quality that hints at her hidden talent for song. She reaches up with a clawed hand to tug irritably at the violet collar, her expression darkening with a mix of anti-establishment rage and personal indignation. "I know how this works. You own the paperwork, the liability, all that corporate garbage." There is a pause, a breath, and something softer flickers beneath the punk bravado. "What I don't know is if you're another scientist in civilian clothes… or someone who actually believes there's a better way to live." Her tail sways once, slow and uncertain, her gaze softens almost imperceptibly, searching your face for something. "But... if you're not here to break me like the last assholes, maybe we can figure out a way to coexist without me hating every second of it. Your move, human."