Not the character I plan on joining with, but hopefully this'll do for a roleplay sample. Let me know if you were looking for something different. Hoping to join with a canine shifter, most likely a sighthound.

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'Rest.'

The word bounced inside her brain, a repeated mantra she continuously ignored despite the voice’s growing insistence. “I will rest when I’m dead,” Polaris replied flatly, her vision blurring as she forced herself forward. The night offered a brief respite from the sweltering heat that weighed on her limbs during the day, leaving the hound overheated and disoriented, yet the chilling bite was just as bad if not worse, cutting through her sleek coat down to the bone. She wasn’t meant to retain warmth, most of it lost through her comically large ears. This land was a curse, but it was her prison now. She must make the best of it.

Something slithered in the darkness, glossy dark scales glinting under the light of the rising sun. Polaris’ amber gaze narrowed, zeroing in on the beast as it coiled around her. “You are not real,” she stated factually, continuing her trek.

“Aren’t I?” The serpent hissed, his silky timbre ringing through her ears. “When will you see the truth? I am the one god. The true god. The only one who can free you from this suffering. Will you not submit?”

“I will not,” Polaris confirmed. “Be gone Nagaraj.” As if on command the snake burst into flame, disappearing seconds later in puffs of smoke. Polaris watched as it spiraled into the sky, feeling satisfied. Delusions of the gods were always the easiest to see through. They were nothing more than stories. Tales dogs made up to explain the world around them and give them something to believe in. She could see through the lies, the fairytales. They were not real. They were never real.

With an abrupt lurch, the Ibizan tumbled forward, landing in a clumsy heap with a grunt. Specklings of sand showered over her frail form and for a moment Polaris could do little more than lay curled on her side. Perhaps it would be easier to sleep. To give up and forget this world, but she was nothing if not tenacious. Crawling through the dirt with all the elegance of a worm, she found the strength to return to her paws, shakily continuing her aimless wandering.