Bond Forger

Fluffy white fur covers Bond's massive frame, broken only by black coloring on all four paws, a pattern Anya compares to the gloves and boots of her cartoon hero Bondman. No breed is ever named for him, though his size, long coat, and snout shape point strongly toward Great Pyrenees ancestry. Standing roughly a meter tall, he is big enough that Anya rides on his back comfortably. Small dark eyes and drooping ears give him a permanently gentle expression.

Water reveals how much of his bulk is coat; soaked through, his body looks strikingly thin, and even his bark comes out different. Around his neck sits the bow-tie style collar Anya gave him when she settled on his name.

Calm and watchful by nature, Bond carries an intelligence far past that of an ordinary dog, and he treats guarding the Forgers as his purpose. His glimpses of the future prompt constant small interventions, whether pulling a child clear of falling debris or steering his family away from harm, though the rescues occasionally backfire, as when a lunge meant to stop a mishap knocked a boy's ice cream to the ground instead.

Anya's affection is territory he defends jealously. He once shredded her Penguinman plush after she chose it over him as a sleeping companion, then moped when she declared she hated him and tried to make peace by presenting her a bag of peanuts. Any new toy she brings home earns a long, suspicious stare from him.

Years inside Project Apple's laboratory left lasting marks. Formal training and clinical settings unsettle him, and his first trip to a dog park exposed how foreign play was; he simply stood in place. Life with the Forgers has given him the opposite of that existence, and he repays the warmth by watching over the family, spending his idle hours sprawled across the living room despite his imposing size.

Project Apple's experiments granted Bond precognition alongside intellect sharp enough to follow complicated human speech. His visions arrive as brief scenes anywhere from minutes to hours ahead, always from his own vantage point, rendered like an old television picture crackling with static and complete with sound. Ears that twitch and snap upright signal one is happening. What he sees is not fixed; deliberate action can rewrite the outcome, most dramatically when Anya acted on one of his visions and stopped Loid from dying at the clock tower. He can also misread them, once taking an all-black scene of his own unconsciousness for a preview of his death.

Physically, Bond runs fast over long stretches even carrying Anya, has outpaced Yor on occasion, delivered a flying kick to a grown man, and escaped a burning building by leaping from a high floor. His nose, trained against explosives and flammable substances, once picked Loid's scent out of an entire city. Between his time as a military test subject and extra coaching from Loid, he brings down adult threats with surprising effectiveness.

Control is the power's flaw. Visions come involuntarily, sometimes flooding him with fragmented scenes in seconds, and his frantic attempts to head off a foreseen disaster can become exactly what triggers it.