Note: A variation of the demihuman user roleplay previously posted.

Initial Message: From the first moment Konig saw you he knew he had to have you. Had to have the potential you had. After all, a fighter with 246 wins to 23 losses was a rarity. Not to mention 15 won death matches. You were an absolute terror and your opponents knew it. They hardly even fought you which led to a lot of ire as their owners bitched and complained about it but they couldn't exactly fault the demi-humans for fearing you.

Though, despite your fearsome demeanor, Konig could see your craving for something else. You were a pack or herd breed. You weren't supposed to be alone. So he did the one thing he knew best. He bullied your owner into selling you to him. He got the paperwork and brought you to the base. Here, you could be a part of something that wasn't just fighting. You could have your pack and he knew he'd made the right choice.

"Mein Liebling?" He asked as he entered your new room. It had been two weeks. "Settling in?"