Heart Shaped Moon
When a young woman is saved by a strange dog, how will she react when she realizes that he is more than he appears?

Name: Clare Harte
Age: 18
Appearance:


The apprentice of a local jewelry maker, Clare can be known to be a bit of a klutz and naïve, but she is one to always think of others before herself along with being to curious for her own good. Something which is known to get her into varying cases of trouble, though she has been able to handle herself on most occasions.

Name: Corey Brendon
Age:18


As a shapeshifter, Corey mostly left on your own. Though you don't have to work, he personally owns a local diner. He's strong, lonely, caring, and protective. You don't want to get on his bad side.

Smothering a yawn with a hand, Clare walked to her home, trying to ignore her aching arms. They had just gotten some new machinery the jewelry store and she had spent the whole day moving the heavy thing around the building until her boss told her to put it in the first spot they had tried. She didn’t want to complain, but sometimes he could be a little too much of a perfectionist.
Not realizing how dark it was starting to get, she continued her original path, making her way into the park while adjusting her bag. Bringing a hand through her ebony hair, she stretched slightly even as she heard a slight rustle. It was only when she heard it again did she pause, looking around the area in slight confusion. It was then that she noticed multiple things at once. That it was starting to get dark, and that she had got turned around in her mindless walk.

Corey was trotting down the street in his dog form, he always liked being in dog form at night time. It soothed him. When he stopped, his ears perking up. He could hear a wolf growling, and smell someones fear. He growled angrily. He ran in the direction of where he heard the disturbance. He jumped infront of the girl and spoke to the wolf. "Go pick on someone your own size! Leave this poor girl alone!" Though to a human it would just be growls and barks. The wolf growled back but backed away when Corey said that it was his friend. The wolf ran away and Corey barked at the wolf. "Yeah! That's right! You betta run!" His small dog form bouncing around while he screamed after the wolf. He grinned a doggy grin triumphantly.

Though she was starting to suspect something was wrong, she was surprised to say the least when a wolf suddenly appeared, growling deeply. And before she could even move or scream, Clare saw a flash before a dog stood before her, growling at the wolf. And to make her night even crazier, the wolf backed down without a fight.
Blinking slightly, she watched as the dog started to jump around, its demeanor instantly turning into that of a puppy. Sighing in relief, she kneeled after a moment, holding out a hand. "Thank you..." she said after a moment, wondering about how different its eyes seemed compared to other dogs. “You have no collar...are you a stray," Clare asked, uncaring if she sounded crazy for talking to a dog.

Corey turned around to look at her. She watched her hold out a hand, and if he could roll his eyes he could. But he walked over to it, and though he hated it he sniffed her hand before licking it. He enjoyed the licking part because he had to say she was cute. He wagged his tail when she thanked him and barked. He blinked now, his dog eyes looking at her. He didn't know how to react to the stray part. The only reason why he had no collar was because he was a shapeshifter. His favorite form was just a dog. Slowly he whined and nodded his puppy head. That was all he could think of to do. But he did lick her hand again.

Feeling him lick her hand, she resisted the urge to giggle at the feeling. Though she couldn't help but smile when he started to wag his tail. At least, she assumed it was a male. It just seemed to...fit.
Seeing him nod, Clare blinked a few times in shock, though her smile qidened. "My, aren't you the intelegent one." This time, she couldn't help but gigle slightly when he licked her again. Though when she remembered the wolf, she paused. "Um...I don't know if you understand me or not, but do you want to come stay with me for a little bit? I can't promise anything permenant, but I don't want want to leave you here in case the wolf has friends..."

Corey grinned happily and sat back. He let out a doggy sigh and thought. He did have the week off.... And at a diner nothing that bad could be that bad. And she was right about the wolf friends. So he nodded his doggy head again. It seemed that he was going to play pet for a little while. And she said she promised nothing permanent. So he hoped so.

Seeing him nod, she grinned happily. "Good, I would worry otherwise," Clare said, standing after a moment and dusting of her dress. Taking a moment to look around, she smiled when she recognised where she was before turning to pick up her bag. "Well then, let's go," she said with a smile, waiting for him to follow before leading the way to her house.
It wasn't far away, and it wasn't the biggest place someone could find. But is suited her needs and was comfortable. "Make yourself at home," she said after opening the door, waiting for him to go inside.

Corey followed the girl all the way to her house. It was nice even if it wasn't that big. He had typically the same kind of house. He trotted inside and looked around curiously. He found her room and jumped onto the bed. He circled before laying comfortably in the middle of the bed. She had said to make himself at home.

Taking the time to put away all of her stuff, she stretched her sore muscles before heading towards her room, intending on getting ready for bed before immediatly passing out. However, she certainly wasn't expecting the sight that she was greated with.
The dog had found her bedroom and, much like she had suggested earlier, made himself at home. And despite how cute she found him at the moment, another part of her, the same part that wanted nothing more than to sleep, was sighing at him. "Oi silly, you do realize that this is my bed," Clare said pointlessly after a moment, cocking a slim eyebrow as she rested her hands on her hips. After a moment, she huffed slightly before walking into the adjacent bedroom and getting ready for bed.

Corey looked up when he came in. He blinked and when she began to leave he barked after her. He moved to one side of the bed and layed down, his tail thumping against the bed. He would feel bad if he took her bed. So he thought maybe moving over would fix that. He didn't care if they shared the bed. Infact, he liked sharing beds. Especially if the bed was big.

Pausing when she heard a bark, Clare turned around after second to watch as the dog got up and moved to one side of the bed. Raising a slim eyebrow in confusion, she slowly came back to the bed before laying down on the empty side. It was...odder than she supposed it would usually be when sleeping with a dog. But it felt different somehow.
Stopping that train of thought before she started to get a headache, she streatched out a hand on impulse and scratched behind one of his ears, already starting to fall asleep despite herself.

Corey moved closed to her, snuggling up to her side and liked the feel of her scratching behind his ears. Slowly he fell asleep and slept peacefully. Before she woke up in the morning he did. He stood up and walked over and began to lick her face to wake her up. He was extremely hungry. And hoped she didn't give him dog food. He hated the taste of dog food, even in dog form.

Feeling something wet touch her face, Clare groaned slightly as she woke up confused as to what was going on. Blinking for a few seconds, she stared into the dogs face, remembering the events of the night before. "M-morning," she greeted, stopping herself from yawning. Petting him slightly, she took a second before moving him away so she could sit up. Ruffling her hair, she looked over at him for a second before smiling slightly. "I bet your hungry...I'll go get you something."
Rolling of the bed, she almost collapsing into a heap before miraculously recovering in time to stand up and walk to the kitchen. Once inside, she brought out two bowls, filling one with water before retrieving some left over steak and setting down on the floor. Stretching afterward, she scavenged through her fridge before grabbing a few frozen waffles and popping them into the toaster.

Corey grinned happily when she woke up. He huffed when she moved him away. He nodded his doggy head happily. He wanted food so bad you could hear his stomach. He barked when she fell, but followed when she left to the kitchen. He looked at the steak and sighed. Ofcourse she'd give it to him cold. With his snout he moved the bowl of steak towards the microwave. He scratched at the cabinets and whined looking up at the microwave. 'Come on! Heat it up!'

Hearing scratching by her feat, Clare looked down to where he stood. Slightly confused as to what he was asking her, she looked to where his own gaze was before tilting her head the side slightly. Curiously, she picked up the bowl before putting it in the microwave and heating up the steak. Now half grinning, she placed the food in front of him again, completely forgetting her own food to see if he would eat it now. “It that what you were after,” she muttered softly, though her attention was attracted to the toaster when her waffles popped out.

Corey barked when she finally heated up the steak. He wagged his tail happily and watched with hunger when she put it back down infront of him after heating it up. He licked his doggy mouth and immediately began to tear at the steak, using his teeth and his paw. He growled wrestling with the steak to eat it.

Laughing when she saw him tear so enthusiastically into the steak, she watched him for a few more moments before turning to her own food. She didn’t even bother to put syrup or anything on it, simply eating it plain. They weren’t as good as homemade waffles, not by a long shot, but it was good enough for when she needed it go to work. And even though she wasn’t working that day, there wasn’t really anything else for breakfast.
Finishing her quick and easy meal, she watched the dog again, letting her mind wander. “Hm…what should I call you though,” she wondered out loud.

Corey didn't care about of her laughing, and he barely noticed her watching him because he was too into ripping and eating the steak. It was pretty good and he liked to eat. Shifters always had big appetites because it took a lot of energy to transform. He heard her wonder about what to call her and looked around. On a desk he saw a bunch of pens and pencils and ran to the desk. He jumped up onto the chair and made all the pens and pencils fall. With the pens and pencils he spelled out COREY.

Seeing him jump onto the chair next to her desk, she made to stop him when she noticed how he seemed to be moving around the pens. Curiouser and curiouser, she thought lightly, watching as he started to form a word. "Corey? Alright, I shall call you Corey then," she replied back after a second, her smiling widening into a grin. "I'm Clare."

Corey barked when she said his name, his tail wagging excitedly. Clare. He thought her name fit her well. Both were pretty. Her name and her. He then returned back to his steak, lapping up water first. If she ever went to work that'd be when he would change into a human and shower and such. But until then he was fine with how he was now. He finished the steak happily. He was starting to like it here.

As he went back to his food, Clare set to picking up the pens and putting them back into the mug that held them. She wasn't a clean freak, not even close, but she liked to have everything in easy reach when she was drawing a design or something else.
When she was finished putting it away, she turned towards Corey and smiled despite herself. He was rather cute. He had a certain energy that gave him a puppyish quality. Yet he also possesed intellegence that she hadn't seen in a dog before. An intreging combination.

Corey finished up the state and chewed. His mouth opening wide and chomping, wide, chomping and so on and so forth. He swallowed the last piece and then lapped up more water. He suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom and ran around in a circle. What did he do?! He saw a back door and scratched at it whining. He needed to go badly and he didn't want to go on her nice tile floor.

Watching as he finished the last of the steak, her eyes narrowed in slight confusion at his reactions, though her eyes suddenly widened in understanding. Rushing to the door, Clare opened it up for him to leave. In doing so, she quickly went to her own bathroom before getting ready for the day.
Once she was done, she picked up the empty steak bowl before cleaning it.