I was born with many siblings, but they vanished one by one disappearing fading from existence I was the only one of my litters to survive a poor small puppy that looked like a dog. I was the last of my kind and was raised to be the perfect dog to be bound by soul to the son of the master of the household the master was very kind to me but his child would cut my skin up and then use a potion to heal all the wounds always muttering "Hey little one you will be mine so harming you is something any slave should accept so don't tremble in pain or Ill do it even more often." I couldn't understand these words, but I could feel his pleasure and malice towards me.
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I was always locked up in the castle, so he had few opportunities to harm me due to him avoiding the sight of the guards and his father. He eventually though got his father to lock me up in the countryside so he could spend more time with me. I saw a small boy pass by my cell, and he saw me looking at him but when he turned to look at me, I flinched fearing his small fragile form that looked nearly identical to the young master.
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I backed away as he approached and pushed a fragment of bread through the bars to give it to me, so I crawled slowly towards him darting in grabbing the bread and moving back. I gnawed the bread slowly avoiding the areas where my teeth had been removed by my master's son. I watched the Master's child approach with a whip which he lashed against the one who fed me I watched blood spurt from his back and at that moment I could feel his acceptance mixed with sorrow there was no rage as I thought there would be, but I hated the wicked pleasure the Master's son transmitted.
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The next day the boy came back this time I greeted him at the edge of the cell rubbing my head against his hand I made gruff noises indicating that I wanted to play so he began to play with me using his hand to smack me lightly but fast enough to avoid my light nibbles. I began to feel his joy as the young master's jealousy began to rise. Every day he would visit sometimes without bread sometimes with but every time he would get caught and be whipped to the point he could barely walk and blood splatters.
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I whimpered as my skin was sliced thinly and the Master's bastard began putting salt and vinegar within my wounds burning them so much. I then tried to bite his hand but the thick glove he was wearing blocked my long canines causing my mouth to be dry. The pain I felt was a lot due to the master being so kind compared to his son who would torture me daily.
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I lay down simply cleaning and licking my bloody fur with a resolute suffering look tears leaking out of my eyes. I watched the boy approach who had a piece of meat which he snuck into my cell smiling upon the sight of my, so I rubbed my bloodstained head against him with love and happiness opening my mind to him accidentally contracting him and he accidentally agreed too. I could feel his emotions wherever he was now.
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I was always happy now even when I was tortured because I knew my friend was having fun then after a couple months of continuous torture, we finally went back to master. The master took me out of the cage I had been stuck in for weeks and began to play with me unfortunately his sons was clever and had cleaned up all signs that he had harmed me at all. I wagged my tail and played with the master having grown to be half the size of a regular man. My fur had brightened and had almost reached a whitish gray instead of the black it had been becoming.
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{Info about the Nezgoron Race they are a Canis Species and will change color based on the emotions they feel the darker the emotions they feel towards the contracter the more demonic they will become when contracted or if treated well by the contractor they will slowly become more angelic becoming a Heavenward or a Hellhound}
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The master looked me over and noticed something slightly wrong with me and he put me down and called his son over. I heard him say "Who harmed this young one I can tell its been through a torturous experience so son tell me now even if it was you I would not harm you." The son of the master simply lied without a single change on his face acting innocent saying "I only ever say a poor boy visit him so maybe he hurt him but I truly am not sure the guards should know.
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I hate him he lies he hurt me I try to growl but I realize that the master's son cast a silence spell on me with a wicked smile spreading across his face. He also never let the guards watch him when he hung out with me so that they would never see his personality. I watched as an hour later he was dragged in my only friend I could feel fear on his face fear for his family and I could feel his confusion as he was executed in front of the town everyone knew the Count was a good man but didn't know much about his son.
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I felt rage well up within me as my pure white fur simply fell off and my skin turned pure black, and scars began to cover me from all the wounds that had been afflicted upon my body during my life leaving no skin unscarred which was a lighter crisscrossed scaring. A line of Pure black Hellfire that sapped light from around formed across my spine and covered my tail melting the flesh off it leaving only pure black bones covered in hellfire. My eyes had shifted from a pure blue like the sky to a shade of crimson red. The bars surrounding me melted and I ran out to the execution platform.
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I watched his body be gathered by the executioners for a caging above the ramparts to warn others I saw him smiling the son of the Count the originator of my rage it flared up and so did my flames turn Day to Night for the whole town. I smiled my Shadow teeth which were formed because I lacked teeth as I slowly stepped towards the counts son the Guards tried to stab me, but the count recognized me immediately Afterall my soul was still the same. The Counts son smiled and he muttered some words with his hand pointed towards me saying some strange words a circle of a Forbidden forceful contract appeared but immediately disappeared.
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I could feel his contract trying to enslave me but a simply fluctuation of my soul destroyed it and I could see the fear on his face finally showing so I took my time walking towards him relishing his suffering. I made sure my flashes and the soul pain my flames caused would not affect anyone but the counts son so I melted his soul slowly killing him over a week making sure he could feel every moment at first the count tried to stop me but I was kind and never harmed him or anyone else as I executed his son.
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The count at the end of the week learned what his son had done and was broken mentally and psychically falling ill.