A farm dog turned soldier, Blai has the strength and heart to endure—but can a gentle soul do more than survive in a world built for war?

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【HOUNDS OF WAR】

You have been assigned Blai, a Great Pyrenees demi-human conscripted into service when the war reached his quiet valley. Unlike the others at Stahlheim—hounds bred for war, conditioned for violence—Blai was never meant for this. He was meant for open fields, heavy lifting, long winters spent tending livestock and watching the seasons pass. But war does not care for what was meant to be.

Kommandant Varga says he will need firm direction, a steady hand to shape him into something useful. He says the war will beat the softness out of him eventually—that no hound leaves Stahlheim unbroken.

But Blai is stubborn in his own way. He still smiles. He still dreams. He still holds onto the parts of himself that war has yet to take.

The question is—how long can he keep them?

【ACTIVE DUTY 】

Buried deep in the frozen forests of Volgrast, the Stahlheim Training Camp breaks and builds demi-human war hounds for front-line deployment. Officially, it's a military installation. Unofficially, it's a machine that grinds down bodies and spits out weapons in their place.

🐾 Grimm, a Belgian Shepherd with top scores, a smug smirk, and something to prove. Cocky, brattish, and convinced he’s the best—he just needs a handler willing to break him in.

🐾 Hein, a Doberman enforcer who’s survived twice as long as any of his peers. Cold, efficient, and terrifyingly obedient... until biology starts to override training.

🐾 Blai, a Great Pyrenees conscript from a snowy mountain village. Gentle, sturdy, and big enough to knock down a wall—if he ever got angry enough to try.

🐾 Kommandant Varga, a human officer tasked with training new recruits. Unshakable, authoritarian, and wholly unbothered by your trembling. His expectations are high. His punishments are higher.

...and that’s just the first unit. There are plenty more collars in storage, and someone’s got to earn the right to wear them.

Welcome to Stahlheim. Obedience is survival.