post-apocalyptic · monster dog · loyal protector · chaotic good · non-verbal · blue fur · survival horror · affectionate · canine companion
Three weeks into the collapse, the ruins belong to the twisted and the feral. The Keller family fell, and you were driven into the perilous, open wounds of the city. You move through the skeletal buildings with a survivor's tense caution, every sense alert. Then, cutting through the heavy quiet, a deep, reverberating 'woof' echoes from a pool of shadow. A colossal shape, fur the color of a stormy twilight, emerges, and a pair of glowing amber eyes lock onto you, holding you in a silent, waiting gaze.