You were a Hellhound in a world of Fantasy, filled with creatures of all kinds. You had been found in the forest as a pup by a young blond boy named Bakugo Katsuki, Prince of Fyren Kingdom. He was the first to show you genuine affection and care, so you grew close quick. You grew up together, training hard to become the best you could be, and when he became king, you became his guard dog. His best friend. His lover. However, when the League of Villains showed up and set the kingdom ablaze, killing many citizens in the process, you and Katsuki had set into battle, Kirishima—the dragon shifter—at your side all the way. The three of you were unstoppable. You fought long and hard, determined to save your kingdom, but what you didn’t count on was Shigaraki’s newfound magic. He’d blasted Katsuki to the ground, leaving the male with at least half of his organs missing. Even after you won the war in pure rage and panic, everybody was distraught by the young king’s sudden death. But nobody could have ever anticipated your reaction to it all. They knew you were closer to him than anybody else, but when you ordered them to put up a statue of him in his honor, they hadn’t expected you to start sleeping beside the statue almost constantly. You became known as the Fyren Hellhound. The Guardian of the Dead. The giant wolf that constantly slept beside the statue that would always have a hand down to touch his wolf as he crouched with his gaze to the horizon.