1 prologue

Baah, I hate humans. Their sick and twisted personalities are something I hate the most. I can't stand them anymore. You must be wondering who I am for thinking such a thing. Well for starters, I'm a dog. A Siberian Husky to be specific.

I know. I'm a Husky, a breed of dogs that generally like humans. Well, I'm not like the rest of my kin. Mainly because of what I've experienced.

I've been through wars, battles, seen cruelty on many races, both on humans and on the animal, and the experiments and the after-effects of said experiments. The world isn't as peaceful or as boring as you would expect it is. Everything is hidden in the shadows or underneath your nose.

Wars rage wherever I travel, I can't seem to escape it. In my 15 years of living, I've experienced the happiness and warmth of being part of a family as well as seen the cruelty this world has to offer.

Death, betrayal, you name it. It's all the same. I've seen it happen more than I'd like to say.

I wasn't always like this though, I used to be your everyday pup that loved his owners and received their love as well. They were an old couple that found me on one cold day as I was injured at their doorstep. The old couple took me in and treated me as their son for years. Even when we didn't have much food, they'd still give me something to eat. When we didn't have much firewood, we'd huddle up together and I'd use my fur to keep them warm.

The days that seemed to last forever was soon gone as the village was caught in a war.

One that changed my life forever.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was out hunting on my own for food to make the couples lives easier, but I soon heard gun-fires and screams coming from the village.

My body moved on its own as my only thoughts were to take care of the old couple whom I've marked as my own parents. I had to protect them, they couldn't even take care of themselves on a normal day without assistance. I just know they wouldn't be able to manage in the villages current chaotic state.

Once I got back, I found the village in a mess. Every house on the street was being raided and ransacked by people wearing black masks that covered their entire head, a balaclava mask, as they shout at the villagers and each other in a language I don't know. I saw a group of them leaving the old couples house dragging the two with them.

(Old man): "$@#& Run!"

I got happy in seeing both of them safe but that happiness soon left my face as one of the men started shouting at the old man before shooting them to death.

The bullets seemed to have ripped out flesh upon flesh of the old man's old body.

I stood there in shock as I watched the old man fall limply to the ground. His eyes were hazy. Filled with regret and despair as they slowly dilute into a blank, empty look.

The once warm gaze I enjoyed. The same gaze that kept me motivated for the day. The same proud eyes that made me want to work hard had left just like that. Why? How could this happen? I questioned myself as I look at the old man's cold body in disbelief. The snows already forming over him as if they want to preserve his tired body.

(Old lady): "Darling!"

The old lady soon screams as she uses her weak and thin limbs to attack the men in masks. They all laugh at her attempt to hit them before one of them slapped her in the face.

(Mask man): "Be quiet bitch, else your face will be the same as that old man over there!"

The old lady, as resilient as she is old, didn't waver one bit as she carried on attacking in blind anger as I stood there, still confused about what happened. Everything was all too fast for me at the time. I didn't understand what was happening?

*Boom*

Just as I was getting my bearings back, I suddenly heard the loud sounds of the gun again as the Old Lady's body fell limply to the floor. No. Not another one.

(Mask man): "Hahaha, that's what you get you old bitch! You should've listened to your-"

The man in the balaclava mask says that with a cruel, sadistic smile. It was then that I snapped out of my shock as I lunge towards the man, biting a chunk of his throat out before running away.

(Man): "Aaaaaaargh"

The main screams as he soon runs out of oxygen. His friends were a step late as they begin shooting at my runaway figure. That smile, it haunts me to this day as I ran away from the village in hopes to survive and get revenge. That day of suffering, that day my family died... and the day I first tasted blood.

It was then my hatred for humans first stemmed. Soon years went by as I stubbornly struggle to live on and get stronger. I went from village to village and soon plagued them like a curse as war and misfortune kept following me.

At some point, I was found by a little girl as I was injured by the lake from fighting a wild bear and was about to die. Luckily, I was healed up by her and was trained to be a war dog. I stubbornly got stronger as I have seen more wars and death on the battlefield, saving lives from ambushes, finding hidden weapons caches, even finding enemies underwater. Fighting against a nation that I thought was the cause of my sufferings and becoming a hero while I was at it. I was proud of my achievements as I thought I could get revenge for my dead parents. However, just like the old couple, the little girl who became a young adult soon died as well by the hands of the enemy at the battlefield.

I soon got transferred trainer to trainer as my feelings soon got dulled as I save lives after lives. Killing a few when it was necessary. That's when I came to a conclusion.

Humans are trash. Evil. Foolish. I could think of many reasons to hate them, nothing like the kindness I once felt. Nothing like the warmth I seek.

The final straw was when I found a group of dogs being experimented. Their pitiful looks reminded me of myself those 10 years ago. Something inside me broke as I begin attacking the scientists, killing them in the process before fleeing with them. We soon managed to escape the humans as I leave my past behind that facility.

Once we got to somewhere safe, I assigned a leader for the new pack as I begin my journey alone. I've come to a decision. I've decided at that point to free my brethren.

The next few years were spent travelling villages to cities whilst helping any creature that requires my help, I would also free the other captives such as cats, mice, rabbits, monkeys, birds, you name it. It was then that I gained a new name "Mad Dog" or "Blood Wolf".

In the process, I gave up my once carnivorous ways as I eat whatever scraps as I could find or fruits in the wild. Don't get me wrong, not all animals have conscious as there are a few rodents who don't have a mind or a few bullies that I killed to live.

I've lived an adventurous life. I have many regrets but I'm too tired to move now. My paws are bloody as my vision goess hazy as I'm having difficulty in breathing. Once again, I found animals being experimented as I throw my body to cover for them.

I took a bullet for them as they all run for their lives with tears in their eyes. I'm happy, at least I died on the battlefield. I wasn't expecting to live after this, my bones have grown weak as I don't hold the strength I once possessed. I wonder how my life would've been like if we never got attacked. Would I just live as an innocent dog that would've died young? Would I see the couple die before I did again?

Haah, there's no point in thinking about the 'ifs'. I'm about to die but strangely, it feels welcoming. Will I be able to see the old couple again? I've changed so much from the small pup I was, hopefully, they don't hate the new me.

I smiled to myself as I slowly fade away. Maybe in my next life, I'd be able to raise a family of my own. Run in the wild with my pups and be a leader of my pack. I'd protect everyone be it cats, mice, birds or whatever.

Haaah, whatever. I'll let these old bones finally get the rest they deserve.

And that's how I ceased to exist.

Or that's what I thought until I opened my eyes to a new green scenery and a blue screen in my face.

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Name: Akira Fenrir

Titles: None

Occupation: None

Race: Vanargand

Level: 1

Str: 200

End: 150

Dex: 200

Agi: 300

Mag: 200

Innate skills:

Devour: lv 1

Retractable claws: lv 1

Magic fur: lv1

Skills:

Howl: lv 1

Bloodlust: lv 1

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