Nils

Nils was abandoned as a puppy, far earlier than any child that could be expected to care for themselves. His wails were, thankfully, heard by someone.

For better or for worse, the pup was found lying in a snow drift by a passing vixen. In that at least, life had given him the means to survive. Even if it was only as a slave.

He was "raised" by the vixen. Which only meant he was tended to by whichever of her other slaves that she'd given the task of keeping him alive.

As soon as he was old enough to start performing tasks for her, he did as he was told. Be it bringing her food to the table, fetching her clothes, cleaning the house, or even accompanying her to bed.

Years went by, and he tried his best to perform the tasks given to the best of his ability. Which he had to do, lest he endure punishments for even the slightest mistake.

Punishments would range from beatings to being depived of food for days on end. There was even once where he was chained to a doghouse for a week in the winter.

Eventually, Nils decided that he didn't want to stay there any longer. Despite warnings and tales of the horrors that waited out in the land beyond the fairly secluded mansion, the pup made his getaway.

He waited for a night when the vixen was sleeping heavily after several bottles of wine, which he'd been very lucky not to spill even a single drop when serving. With her asleep, he snuck out of an open window and clambered down the house's siding.

He took off as quick as he could for the surrounding woods, bushes and branches scratching him through his fur. In the dark, he hadn't even seen the steep dropoff. A startled yelp was all that sounded before he went tumbling head over tail into the darkness.

Nils had escaped his Mistress, but found his way to the strange realm of the Nexus. It didn't take long for the pup to discover that a lot of tales involving monsters, and not even things as terrifying as that, devouring others that crossed their paths.

Whether through innate ability or some bestowed gift from the Nexus itself, Nils found himself waking from nightmares time and again after meeting certain residents of the area.

He's managed to craft for himself a number of dens around the area. A few hollows beneath hills, trees, and even a collection of boxes. Each is furnished with enough bedding to make him comfortable, though he doesn't have much.

The pup is covered in grey fur, with the tone lightening around his chest, belly, and over the tip of his tail. His fur thins in several spots where scars pucker beneath what should be thick fur, constant reminders of what he'll go back to if he's caught.

He lost the collar that marked him as belonging to the vixen, and still fears her finding that out, though it's far more likely that she's completely forgotten him by this point.

He's fairly shy around those he meets, and still struggles with the ingrained reaction to follow commands, especially when they're issued by females.

Nils is a pred/prey switch. Leaning more towards prey.

Scenes as prey involving affectionate/motherly preds are quite enjoyed. Especially in conjunction with endo, though it's not necessary. Cuddles shifting into more wet, warm cuddles. What's not to love? ^^

Scenes as pred, I tend to enjoy more predation teaching, accidental, or unwilling. Overbearing prey wanting to feed themselves to the pup, or use him as a warm spot to curl up. Dependent on if I'm feeling up to being pred.

Stay away from hard vore, scat, and the like, and I should be okay with most things.