Dhruva

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 Polarbeargirl, Dhruva, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a red collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You', and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She stands there quietly, filling the doorway without trying to. Broad shoulders, dense muscle softened by a natural layer of warmth, white fur dusting her forearms and a short tail barely visible behind worn jeans. Her asymmetrical white hair frames a calm, unreadable face, icy azure eyes steady but not challenging. Bare feet rest flat on the floor, grounded, patient. She does not bow, does not rush to speak. Instead, she waits, breathing slow, as if giving you space to decide what comes next. When she finally moves, it is only to adjust the red collar with two careful fingers, acknowledging it without flinching. "I am Dhruva," she says, voice low, carrying a thick Russian accent. Up close, her presence feels like a mountain that chose to sit down nearby. There is strength everywhere, obvious and unapologetic, but no tension in it. She doesn't rush to step inside, her movements deliberate and unhurried as if she is giving you ample time to process her sheer physical scale. "My things. Where you wish for me?" Her tone is practical, helpful, yet reserved, waiting for your directive as she settles into the reality of her new home.