Talk:Hellhound/@comment-26948101-20151023015613/@comment-27069434-20151023075131

@ Breakaway Republic: Now that you mention it, these WWYD-replies really appear to be waguely coherent, but I'll blame that on the collective subconsciousness, because what the hell're those Leave it to Molerat and Ozzbourne and Dirty Harriet - some sitcoms? Never heard of those. Guess these situations we all write about are just too familiar and thus often stereotypical: the financial hardships starting the family, men these days not being all that ready to have kids, being more irresponsible these days in general, the way we've forgotten to value the life and the fact that life never gives you the second try or save-reload  in particular (the prospect of having the abortion stuff in the cheerful setting of MGE still getting me under the weather), and don't get me started on the "Fathers and Sons" - it's no less than Turgenev-tier old issue in literature, even older in life, really.

@ Taunt9000: That's a debate-worthy subject, imo. See the last sentence in hellhound's profile. If the author allows himself to make the assumption, however faint the chanse, then he believes it may be acheved if met with certain circumstances - probably nigh-impossible even for high-tier divine beings in this case, but still not entyrely impossible. Besides, as it was stated that mamono tend to adapt to the personal desires of their men, it would not be completely far-fetched to presume that on occasion a hellhound might tone her temper down a bit around her husband. Still, she would not be tamed per se. Y'know, there's this saying where I come from: "However much you feed the wolf, he yet looks into the woods.", or something along these lines. Perfectly describes Hell-chan, if you ask me. The most an average (by MGE standards, anyway) human - or incubus, really - man can get out of hellhound is more or less peaceful cohabitation (imho, once again), when she accepts the male as nearly an equal (i.e. would make him a sandwich if asked nicely and then have him do something nice to her).

But hell, she's good - love must really be a battlefield with her! - I'd definetely volunteer for some trench warfare, even if I couldn't walk for a week after that and my back was torn to ribbons.