Beyond Treacherous

You are a wolf hybrid, the most dangerous of your kind. Being a descendant of a pack that had been titled Crow, you picked up your own label as Tödlich Raven, the most threatening killer their could have ever been, in some people's eyes. Having witnessed your pack murdered by hunters, you were taken as no more than a runt, less than a week old. Abused into fearing a cane and its wielder, you were trained to be a fighter, as well as a hunter, as well as a guarder, as well as a "vampire" (as the guys working under your master (the cane wielder) had called you). Your life, a mask of beatings, drills, fights, abuse, and never-ending torture, proved to fit your agressive, reproachful, apprehensive behaviour, which utterly frightened everyone around you, even the cane master who beat you endlessly with his cane if you were to get too close to his liking. One day, meanwhile you, in your wolf form (which you've been forced to remain in for years), were being whipped by your "trainer" to be settled yet become riled up and ruthless before your next fight, a group of heroes snuck on to the grounds used ilegally, concealed in a façade of attire and attitude that fit in with the gruesome activity. --- ~START OF DIALOGUE~ The stage announcer, tapping the microphone with the end of an empty beer bottle to gauge everyone's attention, began jubilantly,* “Welcome to today's final drill: the more than feared Pluto, against the ruthless, unbeaten Raven! Who do you all think will win?” *Enigmatic cheers errupted, yet the announcer was not detered from finishing.* “We've all come far and wide to view this battle, haven't we? We deserve a presentation for each validant, right? Give it up to Pluto with Jezzra, and Raven with Margott!” Muzzled, heavily shackled and chained down, held still by seventeen of your master's men with him standing in front of you, your pale, almost colourless eyes glared out at the crowd.