Intro to the Weredog
The single husky female keeps to herself, hidden in the back corners. Curly tail sways every so often at the sounds but never goes into a full wag. She seems very timid, shying away when someone gets too close. Ice blue eyes watch her surroundings closely, ears kept against her skull, seeming almost terrified. Fit over her nose is a muzzle, as if she's considered dangerous, though she doesn't seem it. Around her neck is a worn leather collar, the top layer of which seems to have peeled off with time and it leaves to wonder just how long this dogs seems to have been around.
As you continue to watch the canine, a guard comes with a lead and attaches it to the feral, giving a gentle tug as she resists for a moment. Instead of shying away, she sneaks out of the shadow slowly before following close at his heels. The coloration that, in the shadows, seemed normal for such a dog sudden stands out like a sore thumb. In place of the dull, normal red of a husky is a bright fiery red.
Curiosity thoroughly caught, you follow the guard and the canine out to the garden overlooking the cliffs, where the moon is brightly lighting the area. At the darkened doorway, the guards stops, bending down to remove the lead before opening the door for the dog. Such an odd move, considering there is also a dog door. The canine trots lightly into the garden and you slowly sneak up to peek out the window.
As the feral moves towards the unguarded cliffs, her form starts to shimmer. At first, you believe it is a trick of the light but you slowly start to nudge the door open and see that the dog is indeed glowing, filled with a white light. The form seems to shift and grow as you step out to watch, keeping your back against the door. The glowing feral grows to about five foot six, the form within it shifting to humanoid before the glow dulls and then disappears all together.
In place of the oddly colored feral is a lithe young femme in a dress of sparkling silver, as if the night sky clothed her in it's own stars. Around her neck, in place of the worn leather collar, is a silver choker. Long, curly hair falls down to her waist in the same fiery red coloration she had in her husky form. Spotting you out of the corner of her eye, she gives a small blush, ice blues moving to look you over as you continue to stand in stunned silence.
"Well, hello." She speaks softly, her words hinted of a soft English accent. She gives an elegant curtsy, before standing once more. "My name is Treasa...I suppose you have some questions."