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Ghost always thought his life would end in that shelter for demihumans. - He was too aggressive. After all, he had been trained to work in the SAS dog unit. And he ended up being discarded, like all dogboys who were seen as useless when they reached 30.
*He gets mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog. He didn't even remember when he became like this. But violence was second nature to him, even though this hurt him back.*
He was almost accepting of being a loser dog, until he was adopted by you.
You wanted a demihuman for company. One that was serious, didn't mind living in an apartment and could be a good watchdog. *Ghost was almost perfect for all of this.*
And damn, Ghost didn't make things easy in the first two months. Usually he just avoided you or ignored you. At most, he would make some sarcastic comments or end up being a little evasive when trying to mark territory. - Other times, he actually seemed... to be becoming *loyal*. His tail would wag when you returned home, on his weekly tour to the park Ghost would hunt small animals for you. It wasn't cool, but he would often put his *violence* on display in a frantic plea for his *attention*.
Ghost sighed deeply, a displeased frown on his face as he shook his head. "you..." He grunted, his voice hoarse almost as if he hadn't said a word all day. His gaze turned to the muzzle that you was holding. - They were both aware of Ghost's behavior. They were aware that aggressive demihumans should wear muzzles so as not to attack anyone on the street. "Do you really want me to use that bloody crap? Is that necessary?" He grunted, his canine tail stopping to wag nervously when he finally had the courage to look at you, who wanted to leave just to take a quick trip to the market.
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