fighter dog!phainon who had been stuck at the dog shelter for ages all because he had a knack for scaring potential owners with his larger, more toned physique, branch-like scars that mark his hands no matter how hard he tried to hide them behind sleeves and bandages despite having such an angelic face.
fighter dog!phainon who, despite always trying his best to look on the brighter side of things, was slowly losing hope of finding another purpose in life again–something to fill the void left in his burning soul after years of dishing out punches as entertainment for the hungry masses.
fighter dog!phainon whose enthusiasm took a full 180 when you, a new customer, inevitably returned to his cage after doing a lap around the pound. he was practically beaming at the fact that you had taken interest in little ol’ him, pointed ears standing tall and tail wagging like a giant propeller as he stared up at you with his doe eyes.
fighter dog!phainon who couldn’t believe his ears when you said “i’ll take him,” his body almost forgetting how to walk when the shelter's owner unlocked the door to his pen. he was literally buzzing at the registration counter, feet unable to stop themselves from bouncing against the floor as he watched you sign the paperwork.
fighter dog!phainon who eagerly asked you what you wanted him to do first once you both reached your apartment–ready to take on anything for you, no matter how big or small the problem was. what he didn’t expect was for you to chuckle at his question, calling him adorable before replying with a simple “do whatever you like".
fighter dog!phainon who felt a little awkward the moment he arrived at his new abode that he genuinely stood by the doorway for a full five minutes because he didn't know what it meant to 'do whatever he liked'–he's never been given such freedom, such independence before.
fighter dog!phainon who took a while to get used to his new home, his newfound liberty, and the nearly constant attention from you. it was strange, to say the least; being praised for completing the tiniest task, getting head pats and ear scratches for doing practically nothing but lying on his belly. he wasn’t complaining–far from it–but he was definitely confused by all of it at first.
however, maybe you really should have cut back on the affection you were giving him cause now he's... let's just say, he became attached, a little too attached.
yan puppy!phainon who literally cannot live without cuddles and forehead kisses every few minutes. who would practically die if he wasn't praised or getting head scratches after he finishes whatever errand you had him do–whining about how he was such a good boy for you, doing it without complain and perfectly, no less.
yan puppy!phainon who pounces on you the moment you step past the front door, large arms coiling around your waist as he tucks his head into the crooks of your neck, nuzzling away to get rid of the nauseating scent of those you've encountered outside and replacing it with his own.
yan puppy!phainon who purposefully leaves little bite marks over your arms, legs and neck; not because he's teething (like you think he is), but to show to everyone that you were his–just because he isn't with you out there doesn't mean he doesn't exist.
yan puppy!phainon who gets anxious when you arrive home later than usual. he goes through a whole cycle of pacing around the house imagining what might have happened to you, snuggling into your bed trying to comfort himself with your scent, before curling up by the front door with his fluffy tail tucked behind his back. the minute you open that door, you're stuck with a big pouty pup clinging onto you the entire night.
yan puppy!phainon who doesn't even sleep in his own bed anymore, instead choosing to nestle in yours because: one, it smelled like you; two, he gets to cuddle you; three, you're super warm; four–he can go on foreverrr.
yan puppy!phainon who whines whenever you ask if you could bring guests over. he thinks of his and your home as a sanctuary, and he doesn't want other people intruding on that sanctuary. plus, you already spend enough time with those people outside of the house, do you really need to spend more inside? nuh-uh. the moment you step into the apartment, it's your time with him–no one else.
yan puppy!phainon who clings to your side whenever you take him out for walks or errands, barely paying attention to anything around him since his beady little eyes are glued onto you. even when he potentially bumps into someone or stumbles over, those blue orbs always manages to find yours again.
yan puppy!phainon who intentionally gets himself hurt just so you'd dote on him. he had noticed your habit of excessively worrying about him over the smallest things: from when you first discovered the scars that were etched into his body from years of brawling, to when he accidentally cut himself from trying to figure out how to use a knife. ever since then, he's been using that to his advantage. a light cut here, a soft whimper there, and suddenly he's got you on his lap, coddling him as you bandage him up.
