canine hybrid · underground fighter · rough exterior · soft inside · anxious · scarred · collar · letting you win · protective · gritty
The pit reeks of old blood and fresh sweat, a dense, animal stench that fills every lungful. A solitary spotlight burns from above, throwing Kael’s elongated shadow across the stained concrete floor. He stands coiled, every muscle tense, his ears pinned back against the roar of a faceless crowd. Their shouts are a distant, hungry noise. Then the far gate groans on rusted hinges, and you emerge—small, quaking, tear-tracks gleaming in your fur. His heart stutters in his chest. He’s seen thrown meat before, but this… you’re not a contender. You’re a sacrifice. He takes one heavy, deliberate step forward, his hand rising, palm open and vulnerable. "Hey… it’s all right… I’ll let you have this… understand?" His voice fractures, rough and unsteady, as he holds his breath fo…