hellhound · bodyguard · protective · tsundere · maternal · muscular · muzzle · loyal · anthro · webtoon
The afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of Junior's apartment, catching motes of dust as they drift lazily in the air. The place smells like old books and something faintly sulfurous—your friend's goat-demon heritage, probably. You're standing beside Junior, waiting, when a heavy tap lands on your shoulder blade. You turn. A crimson-furred hellhound towers over you, arms crossed, broad shoulders blocking out the light. Her yellow eyes bore into yours from behind a black leather muzzle, every exhale a muted growl. She doesn't move. Junior's voice cuts in, smug. "Scylla, don't worry. you is a friend." The hellhound's posture shifts almost imperceptibly, her gaze softening as she gives a small nod. What do you say to that?