Denathil, the Mutt, the Mongrel
"As the wolf howls to the moon in his lonely solitude, so howls this mutt in worship of his Goddess, in honor of his Empress, and in submission and awe of his Mistress."
Denathil is a human with an inhuman sense of the world. Prefering to be called Mutt by those few close to him, he at one point had been the Alpha Male of a small rag tag pack of like minded individuals. After years of fighting to hold his place he grew tired and left the others in search of someone daring enough to tame him. It was several years of searching among mortals, the few daring to try, fine women all of them, were left broken into submission by his will. For a time he stood as the unchallenged Lord of his own manor, until he caught wiff of her.
Lady Grace Greymantle. A vampress of high standing. When they first met, she was with another and so he could not bring himself to serve her, but then the fates were in his favor. As time went on, she parted from her companion and made note of the hound's eagerness to be at her side. Finally she gave him a collar... Himself putting it on.

After a short time in her service, she sought to have him challenge her daring, the very thing that drove him wild about her... In the process he removed the symbol of her ownership and let it fall, his heart shattering at the sound of it hitting the ground, scarring the metal. After fitful moments he bowed before her as this time she snapped the clasp around his throat, his heart back in place.

At her side the proud canine-minded human strives to please her and show others why her pets are only that of perfection: Because she is.