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Drizzle was an uncommonly soft purple lunon, to a new passenger of the ship. And their intake of the situation so far was not to their liking. The first fault was the lunon's upbringing of always being with their owner or in a private section for themselves to enjoy. You could say this lunon was a little spoiled, but that would have been an understatement considering the company and lifestyle they kept. Resident pets of thrones were treated like spoiled little children; Drizzle was no exception.

Standing there, looking at their new bedding situation, Drizzle was completely displeased. It wasn't a private room with all their favorite things to play with or other uncommon lunons. This place was a joint residency, much like an actual barn stacked with different pens for each companion. It did not look awful or abusive, just a massive sorted capsule hotel for each species. Depending on your type, you were selected a small room of your own to live within. Of course, pets were free to wander the ship if they didn't cause trouble, but this felt like an insult to the lunon.

Examining a pen next door, which was roomy inside with multiple fixtures, clearly kept up and wonderfully decorated, Drizzle was instantly displeased. Even more so upon finding out it was owned by an unevolved form of themselves! A simple common lunon who had yet to bathe in the wonders of the Evorantine Fruit to grow themselves.

"Absolutely not!" Drizzle thought to themselves, instantly opening the other's pen. They wasted no time in pulling on the other Lunon's tail, attempting to rip them out of their enclosure. Drizzle would claim their pen for themselves and toss the smaller one into the area they were given, since it only made sense to Drizzle that way. They were bigger and 'better' after all. Despite the smaller lunon's flailing and panicked attempts to defend itself, Drizzle showed no mercy.

The ship's barn house was stirred up in a bit of chaos as other companions watched or left their pens to inspect what was going on. Clearly hearing the complaints for Drizzle to leave the smaller yellow Lunon alone, they would do no such thing. Drizzle didn't care; they weren't going to play by the rules and try to make friends with any of these common sorts - they were the rules. And that's when everything backfired.

Right when they got the yellow Lunon out of the pen, they felt a massive attack on their tail and back. In a frenzy of their own, Drizzle let the terrified yellow Lunon go. Attempts to defend themselves went in vain, absolutely getting beaten up by, to their shock, some giant undead ghost fish. An actual zombie roamed these ships, and now they were going to die in its jaws! Within moments and with much lost fur, Drizzle managed to escape into the pen they were originally intended for. Slamming the door shut, they peered out in absolute fear of that monster. Clearly, they had underestimated the hierarchy of the ship's barn house, and now they paid the price. Drizzle would spend the majority of their week cowering in the smaller pen, tending to their wounds alone - now marked as a bully.