The city was alive, even in the dead of night. A night without a moon, when Mars was aligned with Venus. The sort of night when old magic comes alive and strange things happen. Even in a concrete jungle like Central City, the old ways can seep in if the timing is just right...

A woman hurries home after working late again at her little flower shop. It isn’t much, but it allows her a small apartment in a decent part of town and allows her to keep a little garden going on the roof. She normally avoided the park at night on principal, but tonight she was running late and decided to risk it. Her apartment was just a few blocks down on the other side, and if she hurried, she’d only be amongst the dark canopy of trees for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.

A chill wind blew through the treetops sending a shiver down her spine. She pulled her jacket tighter and picked up the pace. She could hear noises from beyond the dimly lit brick pathway now. Noises she kept trying to tell herself was only the wind. She felt unnerved, like someone was watching her every step. And then, as clear as starlight, a howl echoed through the park causing her to jump.

“What the hell? This is the middle of the city. There aren’t any wolves within a hundred miles of this park.” She said out loud, trying to convince herself that someone was playing a very cruel trick. Still, the rather busty redheaded woman picked up her pace anyways.

Then she heard it again. Worse still, it sounded closer. The woman wanted to move, to run, to sprint all the way to the apartment. Except, she couldn’t move. Fear had gripped her sneakers to the pavement. She heard a noise coming from between the trees to her left, and suddenly she was off like a frightened rabbit. Sprinting, full pace down the path towards home.

The street lights flickered and then went out completely and the young woman tripped, rolling head over heels into a pile on the pathway. Without the hazy golden illuminatioin of the lights, her eyes adjusted to the gloom. A figure walked out onto the path before her. A large, white creature. It looked... it looked like an impossibly large dog. She knew there were feral dogs all about the city. Coyotes too. But the beast standing before her didn’t look like a mangy mutt. She had heard of dog attacks, but they rarely came after adults. She decided that her best course of action was to just try to give it some space and walk slowly past the animal. 

Summoning all of her will, the woman slowly approached the beast. “Good doggie?” She said, her voice trembling only slightly as she approached. She couldn’t run, that would only make the dog chase her. She had to be brave and stand her ground. She drew closer, her emerald eyes staring directly into the dogs strange, almost haunting red eyes.

A chill ran down her back as she walked closer, but rather than let her pass, the animal began to walk down the path in front of her, occasionally looking back over its shoulder as if to check that she was still behind it. Everytime those red eyes fell upon her, the woman’s heart skipped a beat. Either from fear, or something else, she couldn't be sure.

They continued like that all the way through the park until they emerged, back out onto the sidewalk. That’s when the woman got a better look at her canine friend. The dog was massive, much larger than any domestic dog she had ever seen. It drew closer to her now that they were out of the woods, never straying more than five or six feet away. She studied her beastial escort. Its fur was thick and as white as new fallen snow. It’s red eyes looked back at her, flecked with black, reminding her of two marbles. Something primal in the back of her mind screamed wolf, but logically she knew it simply couldn’t be a wolf in the city. Besides, a wolf would have attacked her outright.

They walked that way for a block or so before the beast stopped suddenly. The back of its neck began to rise and the creature ears stood up straight. The beast began to growl in the direction of a dark alleyway, white teeth shimmered like pearls in the night. The gutteral noise was not pointed at her, but now the woman was even more frightened. Dog or not, those teeth would have little trouble ripping into anything short of iron.

Whatever had alerted the creature seemed to pass and the dog moved on, quickly catching up to the woman. It was now walked beside her, it’s large body mere inches from her fingertips. It seemed to be guarding her. Keeping her safe from things that would go bump in the night. Every once in a while, the beast would turn around, looking back from where they had come, and exhale sharply through its jet black nose.

When they reached the tall brick apartment building the woman called home, she reached for her keys. Unlocking the door, she attempted to slip inside, leaving the dog behind but the animal uttered the most ferocious growl she had heard all night. Her hopes of escaping her beastial guardian were put to rest as the large beast basically muscled his way inside past the door. It further blocked her attempts at calling the elevator, shepherding her towards the stairs. Resigned to walking the rest of the way up, the woman began to climb up the old iron staircase, all the way to the eighth floor, apartment 808.

At her door, the creature again growled and bullied his way in past her. She moved to lock the door behind it, assuming she had just adopted a stray, when the dog growled, flashing his teeth at her for the first time. “Relax,” she said, “You can spend the night. I’m only locking the door. We’ll find your owners in the morning ok?” Her voice seemed to calm the beast, and it relented. 

Finally home, the dog still insisted following her through the large main room of the apartment and into the bedroom. She had thought to keep it in the living room, but gave up remembering how the animal had reacted at the front door. What unnerved her more though was how those red eyes watched as she undressed from her work clothes, pale skin laid bare to the night air, ample chest and hourglass figure on display before the beast. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but the beast just sat there, hungry red eyes watching her every move. She quickly through on an old t-shirt to cover up and jumped into bed. The dog moved to join her but for once the woman stood her ground. 

“Oh hell no! You have been out running wild for who knows how long. Tomorrow, first thing you are getting a bath. I don’t even want to know what is all over you right now.” The creature looked into her eyes, and for a moment she thought it would fight back once more. Instead, it padded towards the bedroom door and walked in a circle twice before settling down. Her guardian would stay the night. 

Thanks for reading! I’m looking for a partner to play the unnamed heroine who finds herself taken by a large white wolf. The (possibly magic) creature has decided to take her as his mate, to protect her and keep her safe no matter what.We can decide exactly what that means, but I sort of imagine him as some sort of spirit guardian. Maybe her ancestors communed with the forest spirit ages ago and now he’s come back? What I do know is that the wolf will be assertive in his advances using those sharp teeth and massive body to get his way. The crotch of her pants are all doomed.

All that being said, I would like for there to be some supernatural elements to the story. He’s not your average wolf, and perhaps as they live together, he can begin to communicate with her telepathically. I would also like it if he can shape shift some, so when they are out and about, he appears as a more normal sized dog and not a massive wolf. I would even be fine with him somehow transforming into a human at some point. I have a lot of ideas, but would love to do some worldbuilding with my partner.