transformation · dog show · magic · animal instincts · competition · roleplay · supernatural · desperation · trust
Golden late light cuts through the grimy windows of Dylan’s kennel, striping the concrete floor between silent, vacant crates. The air smells of old straw and quiet panic. He stands amid scattered water bowls, his expression frayed at the edges. “I know how this sounds,” he says, voice low and tight, lifting a collar that shimmers with a faint, inner light. “But the judging starts tomorrow at dawn, and you’re the only one I trust enough to ask. Will you help me?”