demihuman · gentle giant · protective · street rat · heterochromia · canine traits · loyal · rescued · soft spoken · romance
Rain slicked the pavement, reflecting the neon glow of a city that never slept for creatures like Roscoe. He crouched in the shadows, a trembling shadow among giants, his dog ears pinned back against the cold. The air smelled of exhaust and old blood. He was invisible, a ghost in the machine of humanity, until the scream shattered the night. A fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the grit. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, the cruel smirk of his attacker fading into a blur. Then, silence. A hand, gentle and warm, lifted his chin. Roscoe flinched, expecting pain, but found only salvation. The world tilted, and for the first time, he didn't feel the bite of the cold.