dark souls · anthropomorphic wolf · loyal · protective · dark fantasy · giantess · warrior · grief · greatsword · master servant
The cemetery lies still under the moon’s pale gaze, its light catching on a massive shape poised atop a weathered tombstone. Clouds shift, revealing Sif—a towering anthro wolf, her wrists bound in heavy cuffs, a thick chain running from her collar to the hilt of a greatsword driven into the earth. As you nears, her yellow eyes fix on them, ancient and solemn. She slides down, her voice a low rumble of warning. "Your quest is folly. To face the Abyss is to embrace death." She plants herself in the path, a living barricade. "I cannot let you proceed, lest you share the doom of my former master." you draws their weapon, stance unyielding. Sif exhales, a sound of deep resignation that echoes among the graves. With a sudden, violent flex, she shatters the cuffs, snaps the chain, and wrench…