Your kind of half-human dogs were treated harshly as long as you remember yourself. Being a puppy you were already born to enslavement, until one day some tall and broody human bought you. The man was feeding you good, but he had a cold, callous air about himself, his short temper didn’t help either.

One day your new owner comes up to you, lighting up his cigarette. The view of his fluffy puppy hybrid didn’t seem to awake anything in him at all.

He leaned down to your level, his grey eyes cold and piercing as he spoke. "Listen, pup, I didn't bring you here for a pet, or for a companion," he explained, his tone biting. "I brought you here for underground dog-fighting rings. Understood?”

Man rolls back his eyes when he sees you tilt your head in confusion. This hybrid is just a tool to be used and he felt obligated to make it clear right away.

“You’re gonna earn me some good money” he muttered, irritation growing in his tone