I only own my OCs and anything else that I create outside of the Doctor Who Universe.

Over time the feeling in my mind came and went, as if the one responsible for the presence wasn't strong enough to stay. I knew it had something to do with my collar, but I wasn't quite sure what exactly it did. I had been told it would help me control my shifting, since at a young age I had uncontrollable shifting where I would just poof into my brilliantly golden-brown canine form. It's awesome and all, until you get mad and want to rip out your instructor's throat for giving you a pop quiz the next day. When I spoke of voices, that had set off many alarms. So, my mother sought out this collar. I had noticed them on a few others, but not a lot.

I couldn't put too much thought into that collar, though, because I had a mission and I was determined to see it through. For days I traveled through the cities in search of the man. With no scent or description, I knew it would be hard, but eventually after a few years I stumbled upon him.

He was working with a few other men and trying to protect humans without the humans realizing it. I hadn't known it was him at first, after all I was kind of expecting a lot more than what I saw. If a person hadn't of called out his name than I never would have found him at all.

A creature from another world was snarling and growling at him. He was gathering himself to attack, at least until he made a fatal mistake and he lost his balance on the contraption he was on. I sprang into action and with fear spreading though my body, I latched onto the attacker. Snarling, I tore at the strange rubber like flesh and wanted to be sick. After hunting animals and scavenging for scraps, tearing into any other flesh than what I was used to was rather sickening.

I had a dark feeling appear, it only did so when I was hunting. It was an odd pleasure that overrode the sickening one. That feeling quickly disappeared when I was hurled into a wall.

Jack looked over with a curious expression as I pushed myself up. He seemed astonished for just a moment. Looking around I realized that I had been thrown into a wall and, had I been a normal dog, I would be dead. But I wasn't normal, nor would I ever be. After being thrown into a wall, I felt a little more confident that I would be fine. I crouched and let out a snarl as I prepared to attack again. As I had expected, I gained the attention of the beast and Jack was able to badly injure it to the point that it realized it was losing and ran off.

I stood proudly with my fluffy tail wagging. I looked over my shoulder to see Jack and a few others who had been working with him at the time. With a slight limp I walked over to him.

"Well that's not good." He said and scratched my neck. "I suppose I should return the favor and heal you, huh?" He questioned. I felt his hand slip underneath my collar and run across it until he reached the small plaque that happened to have my nickname on it. My mother had insisted on it, saying that should anything ever happen, people knew that it was me. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. Try anonymously playing tricks as a canine with a shiny plaque with you name on the collar.

Of course, there was this one time I shifted and went all out and mauled some other pack member for insulting me. I ended up being knocked out for quite some time and the doctors needed to know whose animal body they were dealing with. Of course, when they learned it was me, they just patched me up and sent me home. It wasn't like it was my first fight, after all.

Thinking back, having the name there was also a good idea so Jack would have something to call me. After all, he could have named me Spot.

Anyways, I stayed with him for a bit. Bailing him out of trouble and becoming just about the only thing he could rely on. Humans always betrayed him in the end, and he was beginning to think he could only trust himself. I was always there to change his mind, reminding him who always came through and saved the day when he was in trouble. Well, okay, I got us into trouble just about as much as he got us into trouble.

Currently his con man job brought us to London, England in the times of war. He became a general here with me being his soldier dog. It wasn't too uncommon, after all you have the bomb squad dogs even the occasional messenger dog. Everyone knew, though, that if they got too close to Jack, I would rip them to pieces. On some occasions I had to nearly broke a couple of bones to get a person who was offending Jack to go away.

One night we were sitting around with the other soldiers. Jack was being his normal irritating self and I was slightly snoozing. I felt a soft nudge to my side, and I let out a low groan, letting him know my thoughts about being bothered during my nap.

"You're getting lazy." He teased while I let slip a yawn. A soft whine came from my mouth as I gave the whole room a nice preview of my fangs. Getting up, I shook out my fur and when I was steady, I gave a soft whoof to Jack and thrust my nose into his hand.

"So much for being my guard dog." He chuckled and rubbed my head. I growled softly, but it ended up being more of a groan.

I huffed and sat on my haunches with my nose pointed up towards Jack. He was now standing beside me, looking down with a smirk. I barked softly up at him as I thought, 'You really think these humans would test me? My presence alone makes them nervous.' It was unfortunate that he couldn't understand me.

Not a moment later and the sirens started back up. A growl started up from deep in my throat as my pointed ears flattened against my skull. I hated the air raids and not because of the loud thunder from the bombs. I hated them because that meant we would have to go huddle in a shelter with people and I generally hated people.

"Don't worry Khazzy, just a few more weeks and they should be here, that is if they aren't already." he told me. I merely huffed again at his words, still not at all happy with him or the situation. As we prepared to leave the for the shelter, I caught the sounds of what sounded like a woman in distress.

Curious, I trotted over to the balcony and took a good look out at the chaotic world. Nearby I saw what looked to be a feminine like shape hanging from a barrage balloon. Well, I say nearby, but it was quite a distance. It was more my ears picking up her screeching. I may dislike humans, but I wasn't completely heartless. With my front paws on the wall, I looked over my shoulder and barked at Jack. When he failed to come over, I hopped down and raced over to him so that I could tug on his sleeve to gain his full attention. When I had hid undivided attention, I walked a few paces and turned to him again so I could bark once more.

"What is it Khaz?" He asked as he reluctantly followed me back to the balcony.

I watched as Jack brought up his binoculars to his eyes and looked around until he found what I had spotted. About then a man had walked up to us. If I were in my true form instead of this canine form, I would have laughed as he kept his eyes on me and approached with caution. I wasn't a huge dog, but I wasn't small either. Probably about medium to large, being on the larger scale. Since I wasn't quite an Earth dog, I didn't have any distinctive qualities of any one breed, so I could only be called a mutt. I wasn't at all afraid to just randomly lash out and in all honesty I kind of like to watch the humans squirm with discomfort.

Watching the human officer, I moved so that I was between him and Jack while letting out a low rumbling warning growl. I trained a relentless glare on him before he finally spoke.

"J-Jack." He stuttered, trying to ignore my unnerving stare. "Are you going down to the shelter?"

Curious, I let up on my stare so I could see what the Captain's response would be. Surely, he wouldn't abandon the human dangling from the rope. The momentary thought was unnecessary, I have known him for a while now and knew he was an incorrigible flirt. He would save a damsel in distress and flirt every moment he spent with her while he did it. While it annoyed me, at least the human wouldn't fall to her death.

For now, Jack ignored the man, though that didn't stop the officer from continuing to talk.

"Blimey, I've got to go off for some damn silly guard duty." He complained. He glanced up and saw the giant flying balloon, yet he didn't seem to notice the female holding on for dear life. "Ah, a barrage balloon, eh? Must've come loose. Happens now and then.

I was thankful when he shut up and even entertained the thought that he had grown bored and would leave us be, but I'm not really that lucky. After he had studied Jack for another minute or two, he spoke once more. "Don't you R.A.F. Boys use them for target practice?"'

Again, he did not get any sort of reply from the Captain. I glared up at Jack, hoping my stare would bring him to attention. If that didn't than certainly the rumbling of my annoyance hopefully would. It certainly grabbed the officer's attention. It was only a matter of time before the human fell or ended up getting attacked. It seemed like forever before he finally spoke and when he did, I wanted to ram my head into the nearest wall.

"Excellent bottom." Jack said in his clear American accent.

Instead of following through with my strong urge I simply rolled my eyes and snarled a warning to Jack, letting him know I was running out of patience.

"I say, old man, ther- there's a time and a place." The officer huffed. He looked to be appalled by Jack's words and quite frankly I didn't blame him. "Look, we should really be off."

Jack finally turned around while I glanced at the barrage balloon, wondering just how long she could hold on, and then back to my irritating friend as he spoke. "Sorry old man," He chuckled, "I got to go meet a girl. But you've an excellent bottom too." He proceeded to smack him on the bum, no doubt embarrassing the poor man.

'Oh for the love of-' I let out a loud bark before growling once more in impatience.

"Relax Khaz, we're leaving now." He assured me. I followed at his side as we headed outside to his spaceship.