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Name: James "swift runner" Wilson

Age: 24

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 265 lbs.

Body description / short bio: James is very athletic man he has very lean muscles and a clean shaven face with a jaw line that comes to a slight point at his chin . He always the outdoors as a child James would spend most of his days playing outside. Unlike most of the kids he grew up with James had a secret his family line was able to change from human form into their dog forms. The family was always hunted for this by up and coming "demon slayer." It wasn't uncommon for the slayers to end up not finding their targets and leave them alone. When James entered into his teen years he decided to learn to use a sword so he could defend himself from anyone who would decide to harm him or his family. When he was 18 he left his home to make his own way in life. He found work as a mercenary the only way he could help defend crown and country. James was still hunted for his secret that cursed and blessed him at the same time.

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James was happy to retire from his mercenary duties. He wanted to finally settle down with a nice woman and father some kids of his own. After his retirement party James was walking the country side looking for a stretch of land he could call his own until he was stopped by a strange man. Through is post party daze he could only catch that the mystery man was a slayer and wanted to kill him because he was a demon in god’s eyes.

James knew he had to defend himself because the man had found him and there was no way he was leaving without proof that James was dead. So he drew his sword to defend his self because the worst thing to do now was to be killed after he had retired. After a furry of slashes and the distinct sound of metal clashing together James came out on top victorious but severely injured. His chest and arms looked like a hurricane made of blades had hit him and some of them was severely deep.

After about tem minutes he finally reached what appeared to be a house. His quick wit lead him to believe that if he turned into his dog form and smack the door with his body that the family would take pity on him and take care of him even though his form looked like a wild wolf.

James undressed his self and hid his clothes and gear in a hollowed out dead tree so he can retrieve them later. He proceeded to change his form giving the fact that he was naked would look suspicious to any passersby. After his quick transformation he stumbles over to the door and hits it with his body before passing out due to the pain and blood loss.
 
VERSION 2! Sophia Bales, 19, daughter of a medicine man

Sophia Bales pulled another late night putting away the dried herbs in their respective draws that lined one of the walls from floor to ceiling. The odd aromas from various plants, seeds, flowers and roots filled the 10 x 10 room. There were even a few bones and marinated creatures in jar here and there. To an outsider, the place reeked like a full sewer. For her, it was pleasant. She grew up drowning in this perfume and learning the remarkable attributes of each one. It helped her appreciate each little living organisms from plants to animals.

She hummed softly as she worked alone; her father had gone to bed. The moonlight seeped through the open window and illuminated her ivory skin and blond curly locks. Just as she was finished, a heavy thud echoed from the doorway. Her head jerked toward it, looking at that direction with curious and sharp blue eyes. There was not a second abrupt knock but a low, heaving groan. Someone in agony was behind that door. She might not be as a great healer as her father, she did picked up a few traits in becoming one.

She hurried to the door and found a four-legged creature after she had opened it. “Oh, you poor thing. Shh, shh, it’ll be okay,” she whispered, her hand brushing his head to comfort the beast. He was in poor condition, covered in blood and bruises and had hard time breathing. Fortunately, none of the injuries seemed life threatened. He was still alive and she intended to keep it that way.

She took him in and dressed his wounds. The powdery yarrows stopped the bleeding and calendula ointments helped with the infection. He faded in and out, distrusting and confused at first but finally warmed up to and welcomed her help. After bandaging him up, she left letting him rest and getting herself some sleep as well.
 
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James knew he would be safe in his wolf form because unlike his werewolf form it was easier to beable to keep while unconscious.He could see at times a woman was taking care of him. He would fade in and out while in her care. He finally felt safe enough to go to sleep so he laid his head on her lap not wanting her leave his side. James could tell she was a nice and caring person and she was radiating a calming air. He could feel himself stir as he slept having nightmares of his past battles. He hoped he didn't disturb the woman if she went to sleep herself.


James woke up alone in a room he guessed was the room he was taken care of. He got up and streched himself out as best as he could. He began to explore his new surroundings so he could get used to them while he was to stay here and recover.


As he explored the house he seen a couple of open doors then he began to smell thee same scent he smelled while he was fading in and out. He walked to the door finding it was cracked open. He forced it open and looked to see it was the same woman who had helped him earlier.


James sees the woman stir in her sleep but not wake up so he decided to get closer to her so he could see if she really was the one who saved him. James seen that there was enough room in the bed for him to lay with her,in his wolf form which he is currently in, so he barely makes his way up into the bed. He lays down beside her to wait for her to wake up.
 
Sophia slept a dreamless sleep, which wasn’t too unusual. She didn’t stir until she felt movement on her bed. Opening a drowsy eye, she saw the furry animal that she had rescued the night before next to her. He had walked into her room by himself and his breathing seemed to be normal, which was good and meant he was recovering.

She felt relief.

She mumbled, “Hi, there big guy. Feeling better?” Her arm rose from under the cover and petted his head.
 
Jame felt her hand pet him so he nuzzled his head against her chest that was exposed when she took her arm out from underneath the covers. He let his tail wag a bit to let her know he was happy and feeling better. He could feel himself start to drift off to sleep again. He move in closer to her before he finally went to sleep. He hoped that she would go back to sleep for a little bit with him so he could enjoy cuddling against her.


He was finally able to sleep peaceful for once in his life. He didn't know what it was but he liked it too bad she would eventually find out he wasn't a dog but human but for now he needed to stay in his wolf form.
 
Sophia took the wagging tail as a confirmation. “Alright, just a little longer.” She closed her eyes and yawned. She wasn’t ready to get up herself.

She lifted the blanket when he snuggled closer, and then covered him as much as she could before resting her arm around him. His thick coat brushed against her skin with only a thin layer of her sleep gown in between. She felt his hot breathing bouncing off her breasts.
 
James woke up after a couple of minutes more of sleep. He laid in bed with the woman who had helped him.


He finally decided to try to wake her up. He laid there thinking of some ways he could do it and he decided he would take his nose and try to move her head. He thought the cold nose poking her would either wake her up or the act of his nose poking her face would wake her up.. He moved his head from where he had it rested and began poking his muzzle under her head trying to move her head.
 
There was something poking wet and cold on her face then nudging under head. She reluctantly opened her eyes and mumbled, “Is it that time already? Alright, alright.” She scratched under his chin before she sat up. The morning chill immediately bombarded her. The coolness sent goosebumps along her skin and hardened her nipples, which protruded clearly under the thin grey fabric.

She looked down at the hairy animal. In broad daylight, he resembled more of a wolf than a dog in broad daylight. It prompted her to call him, “Okay, Wolfie. Let me wash up and change then we can get you some chow and check on your wounds.” She gave the top of his head some light pats before hopped off.
She shuffled over to the water basin a couple yard away. She splashed the rigid cold water over her face. She then pulled her nightgown over her head nd used the hem to pat her wet face afterward before threw it next to her feet. With her back faced the bed, her bare ass mooned Wolfie. She got dress and then headed to the door.

Looking back over her shoulder, she commanded, “Come on, boy. Come here. Let’s go.” She waited for him before trekking their way to the kitchen.
 
James was happy that the woman who had taken care of him last night was finally up. He just stayed on her bed waiting for her to get herself ready for the day. He didn’t mind the view he was getting while she washed herself but he had to act like the dog she thought he was. He didn’t mind being called Wolfie he had been called worse than that in his life. He followed her closely staying by her side never parting for a minute.

James didn’t know how this woman was going to take it when she caught him in human form. He didn’t want to think about that outcome now because he was too busy having fun making a woman happy. He sat by her as she made them breakfast and He even ate beside of her on the floor. He ate every bit of his food but he was still hungry he had the appetite of his human form and the amount of food she had given him wasn’t enough for hm. He began to act like any dog in his situation he began to look for a little more food. He knew where more food was at but he wanted to make her think he had the intelligence of a dog not a human. After a little more sniffing he walked over to her and rested his head on her lap and began to whine wanting more food.
 
Sophia was enjoying her breakfast when her new found friend rested his head on her lap. She chuckled at his whining. She scratched behind his ear. “More? At least you have appetite.” She fed him a piece of her meat. She watched him eat off of her hand. Her other petted down his back gently. “I wonder who did this to you boy. These wounds didn’t look like claws or animal marks. They’re more of blades and weaponries. How can they be so brutal to such an adorable thing as you?” She nudged cheek on his nose.
 
James thought to himself “if you only knew the truth about me you wouldn’t be asking those questions.” He sat there wagging his tail and began to try to force his head under her hand so she would pet him some more. James learned that the cute dogs always got help from people especially women. So the cutter he acted the less likely he would be to get kicked out of the house and not be taken care of. Unlike most dogs James knew he would have to eventually tell this woman the truth and show her that he is a shifter.
 
“You’re one attention seeker, Wolfie.” Sophia chuckled and continued to scratch his head. “I need to pick some herb this morning. You think you can handle some trekking boy? Or you rather rest here?”

She stood up and cleaned up before heading out. She pulled a bag over one shoulder and headed for the door. Looking around for Wolfie, “you coming boy?”
 
James just sat there in his dog form wagging his tail. He didn't know if he could make the trip but he wouldn't mind going with her to get out and not lay around. When she asked him if he was coming James gave a playful bark before he got up.


He walks over beside her and wages his tail feverously waiting for her to open the door. He didn't know how long he would be able to last before he had to stop and rest but he hoped she would stop and let him rest.
 
Sophia patted his head before leaving. She guided them toward the hills. Her pace was slower than usual. She looked down at Wolfie now and then, making sure he was doing alright. Some fresh air and movement would be good for the dog but she didn’t want him to overexert himself.

Occasionally she snapped her glance to her left and then right at the rustlings behind the tree lines. She had this odd feeling that they were being followed. She shook off the paranoia and continued to collect her plants.

“An interesting pet you have there, m’lady,” a deep voice greeted out of nowhere which startled her.

She stared at mysterious swordsman. Scars ridden his face. “Th. Thanks. We should be going. Come, Wolfie.”

Before she could even make a step, the man unsheathed his sword and ordered, “You’re not going anywhere.” His bloodthirsty eyes stared right at her; unbeknownst to her, they were meant for the four-leg next to her.

Even though she didn’t know who this man was or what he wanted from her, she knew he was trouble. So she turned her heels and ran the opposite direction.
 
James could hear something in the bushes or someone. He stayed on alert in case someone or something was going to jump out and attack them.

He could smell a human nearby and when a mysterious man comes out of nowhere and said that he was an interesting pet he knew that the person was after him not the woman he was with. All he could do was to show his teeth and let out a low growl. He hoped that the man wouldn’t say anything about him if the man knew what James actually was.

To James surprise the woman tried to leave he was glad she was smart enough not to stay in place from fear. James was about to move with the woman before he seen the man unsheathe his sword and stop the woman. James didn’t want to attach the man because he didn’t know if he would be able to put up a good enough fight to win.

When the woman he was with took off in the opposite direction he took off towards the wood hoping to lose the man in the woods. He could hear the man fallowing behind him so he began to start going under fallen logs and ducking in tall brush waiting for him to pass by him so he could take off again. After a couple of minutes he final lot the man so he took off towards the woman’s house.

He sat in front of the door and waited for her. He was covered in his blood from some of the cuts he ripped back open and some mud from trying to lose the man. He seen the woman breaking the horizon so he barked loudly to let her know he was in front of her.
 
Sophia kept on running without stopping or looking back. She knew these woods like the back of her hand. It was easy for her to take a few hidden shortcuts here and there. She heard Wolfie behind her at first but then zoned out, assuming he would follow the rest of the way.

It wasn’t until she made it to the front porch that she realized she’s alone. “Oh no! Wolfie? Wolfie?”

She was on her way back toward danger when the little guy’s barks cut the air. Seconds later, he emerged with a limp but alive. At the very least he was alone. That creepy man wasn’t within sight. She kneeled and waited for him to come close. That was when she noticed the blood sipping through the bandages. “Damn. Come on. Let’s get inside and redress those wounds.”

She bolted the door and closed the windows as soon as they got inside. “Come here, boy. Down. Let me get these off.” She slowly peeled off the dressing, hushed and hummed to distract him from the pain. She was treating him more like a child than an animal. She didn’t know it isn’t his first radio with these types of injury.

She chatted away while nursed him. “That was a close one, boy. The woods are usually very quiet. I don’t know who that man was or where he came from or what he wanted. Hopefully he didn’t follow us.”
 
James just sat there while this woman rebadged him not really worrying about the pain. The woman’s soothing voice was helping out a lot when it came to blocking out the pain. He couldn’t help but to notice that she wasn’t really treating like an animal and more like a child more like her child. He loved how she treated him and he also loved how much she like how he acted. He could feel himself growing tired from the days excitement as well has his body’s healing process. He hopped up on her placing his front paws on her lap and began to give her a flurry of licks to both of her cheeks and under her chin as a way to say thank you for taking care of me. He quickly got down not wanting to get her clothes any dirtier than they already were.

He began to walk around the room looking for a good spot to nap as well have a line of sight to the door that they just came in through. He found a comfortable spot with no obstructions obscuring his view to the door. He began to circle around before he laid down to rest and relax. Before he laid his head down to rest he gave out one final yip and tale wag letting the woman know he was fine just resting. He quickly fell asleep not even having time to enjoy the area he was sleeping in
 
Sophia noted while mending him, “You’re not even wincing. You must been through a lot to build a high tolerance for pain.” She laughed when he licked her face appreciatively. “Okay, okay, boy. You’re welcome.”

She watched him strut around the room until he found a comfortable spot for a nap. He dozed off quickly. She, on the other hand, opted for a bath. She prepped the hot water and tub. Minutes later, she undressed and hopped in. The steam and water melted her away. She had forgotten about that crazy and random chase back in the forest. She was so relax, it made her sleepy.
 
James woke up from his nap to see that he was left alone in the room so he slowly gets up from where he was sleeping. He begins to sniff around to look for the woman he just wanted to know where she was at and make sure she was ok. He just looks around while he walked but never really seen anything so he uses his heightened ability to smell to track her down. He finds that her scent stops at a door and he can bath things so he lay down at the door to wait for her to get out and give her a little space.

He didn’t want to just barge in on her again like he done this morning even though she didn’t seem to mind but she would have woke him up this time seeing how she knows he is able to move if she wanted him to come with her.
 
Sophia was enjoying the hot bath when she heard approaching paw-steps and sniffles. “Wolfie, is that you? Come here, boy. Come.” She leaned over the tub and snapped her fingers for his attention. The waterline barely covered her nipples. She was glad he had awakened and was able to walk again.
 
James slowly got up and entered the room. He walks in and stands there to see what she wanted. He began to playfully nibble on her fingers and wages his tail. He didn't know what she wanted he hoped it wasn't to join her in the bath because he didn't know if he could fit in the tub with her. He just stood there wagging his tail waiting for her to say something.
 
“A bath would be good for you in due time.” Sophia petted his head and rubbed under his chin when he was within reach. His wet tongue felt rough on her fingers. “For now, you’re better off staying dry.”

After a couple minute, she stood up. "What does a dog do to pass the time, Wolfie?" The water lingered and then cascaded down her naked curves. She put a robe on and climbed out of the bath. She looked down to her side at her fury friend. She asked even though she knew she wouldn't get an answer from him, "Hrm?"
 
James looked up at the woman's naked body in a trance he loved how sexy she looked but he still didn't feel like transforming in front of her because she didn't know what he was and may kick him out.

He took off to where the fire wood was at and found a still green stick in it. He took it out of the pile of wood and ran back to where the woman was at. he laid the stick at her feet and wagged his tail. He hoped that she was willing to play fetch with him or at the very least play with him.
 
Sophia watched the injured dog took off, arching her eyebrow and crossing her arms. He returned seconds later with a stick. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted. She was surprise, however, that he understood what she had asked him. She smiled, bent over and petted his head before picking it up. She threw it down the hallway, ordering, “go boy. Go get it boy. Fetch.” She waited for him to run off before followed him.
 
James bound down the hallway after the stick and he could hear her leave with him so he didn’t know where she was going but he had a feeling that she would probably go to her room to change into her clothes. He didn’t really know how long he would be able to keep up the pace of playing with her seeing how he was still healing up from his wounds. He hurried back to the woman before she could make it to her room and sat down in front of her with the stick in his mouth.
 
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