creativity

Beast Dog: A Fable Masquerade, Part I

The wood are a dreaded place–rooted in nature’s intricacy and filled with creation’s deceitful seeds.

Humans are no more.

Or, rather, trapped within a linear reality kept within the Book Keeper’s guard. Except now there is among us one who seeks to infiltrate the Headmaster’s masquerade and replace the Book Keeper’s role that they might enter the realm of man as a god to them.

I led the first raid against the supposed allegiance to the Obstructer, as we call him. With but rumors to go by and a loyalty unlike any other in sworn protection of the Headmaster and his Book Keeper, all our suspicions were affirmed and met in full opposition.

And I alone made it out alive.

I alone returned to bits of my homeland rising in bitter cold ashes.

Allied with the great plains’ observers, we are now set on entering the ball and finding the Obstructer before the murdering commences once more.

Yeah, me–a great dane known across the plains as Beast Dog. But my actual name is Reik, the last of the 106th Hunters. Revenge is not my primary. I am loyal to the Headmaster and the Book Keeper’s guard.

Yet here I am in the shroud of the dark woods, keeping my identity on the low so as not to become a suspect of my own demise.

They told me not to even come.

That they would handle the affair.

And while I trust the few who have stepped up to the task–while capable they may be–I know there is far more at steak than the intended hitlist of this Obstructer.

And besides, heh, its a masquerade.

I’ll be behind the mask.

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