Mercenary. Demigod. Monster. You always said that if they called you a dog you'd kick their teeth in. Guess they were right though. Guess you're just a dog with your hands in your pockets and blood in your mouth. The closest thing you've ever known to an altar are greasy bar counters and the hot metal treads of an overturned tank. But then again, you've always been kind of fine with that. Fandomless OC. Written by Bat. Est 2012.