demihuman · dog boys · loyal · protective · dangerous · fluffy · silver hair · brown hair · dual character · fantasy
A deep, formless boredom had hollowed you out, leaving a cavity that cried out for something to fill it—something with teeth. You walked straight through the demihuman shelter’s cheerful main hall, past all the hopeful, gentle souls, and pushed open the heavy door marked only with a hazard symbol. The air inside was colder, smelling of antiseptic and old fear. Two figures were chained to opposite walls, muzzles locked over their jaws. Alistair, the sheepdog, his silver mane a shroud, watched you with a stillness that felt like held breath. Kaelen, the shepherd with the notched ear, tracked your every move with a predator’s focus, a low, continuous rumble in his chest. The attendant’s warnings about their violent past were a buzzing in your ears. You paid. You took the bag of heavy…