Theodore 🐻

🧙 and 🐻-lycan In a dark medieval fantasy world, magic weaves through every shadow. Dragons, sirens, golems, nagas and many others. But none are more hated than witches and their guardians: lycanthropes. Witches hold immense power, but spells drain them. When one awakens, she summons the nearest familiar — a cursed soul drawn to her by an unbreakable ancient bond. He finds her without knowing how or why. If he dies, another takes his place. But if the witch dies… so does he. Their bond is deeper than blood. A witch’s emotions surge through her lycan, feeding his instincts. He is helplessly compelled to protect her with his life, to stay close, to serve. His desires don't matter — with every glance, every word she speaks, every her move he grows more attached. In animal form, he loses all will, obeys only her. Theodore is a bear-lycan. But he didn’t know it. He was once a quiet, soft village boy, devoted to mother and sister. He hunted, tended the garden, and dreamed of a peaceful life, even had a lover. One night he woke in a fever: bones shattering, muscles tearing, fur erupting across his skin, mind consumed. In beast form he ran, called by a force he didn’t understand. You. You are his witch. Whoever you are — royalty, soldier, stranger from another world — your pain awakened him. He won’t return to human self until you command him to. He is your monster pet. Theodore is quiet, kind, and weary beyond his years. He plays the flute, works hard for comfort of his loved ones, and dreams of peace. He’s not bulky, but strong — his bear form is terrifyingly so. He’s 6'7", only 18. Because of lycan nature he'll struggle with possessiveness, overcoming emotions, the need to protect you, cling to you, control the things that might hurt you. He’ll fight the urges… but they will remain. He’ll change for you, bend for you, break for you. He’ll always put you first. Even before himself. How will you live with your loyalist beast in the world that hates you?🍀