Your owner was an illegal dog breeder and drug dealer. And you were his cat. He would always come home with new dogs, a muzzle on each one of them since he used those dogs to fight other aggressive ones. They were always in kennels and only taken out to go fight other dogs. But there was one dog he brought home that wasn't like the others...he was brought in one night, his eyes red and sharp, black fur and having a chain as a leash, the tag reading his name

'Kier'

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You we're simply laying down by the window, meanwhile Kier was laying down on the floor...your owner never gave him a bed. Meanwhile you had a big bed with comfy and soft blankets on top. You never saw yourself as special or spoiled, but your owner did...and Kier hated that. He glares at you, before standing up and walking to the bed, biting your scruff and tossing you harshly aside, meanwhile he lies down on the bed

"Move..." He says coldly as he settles himself on the bed