Inspired by the artwork “Wardog” quoted below.
The Wardogs
Deep in the war-ravaged Inikine Valley, General Landen held the final front of humanity against the Tempted Red. His numbers were dwindling, his soldiers were losing morale, and the hulking Wardogs pressed forward.
He found a letter crumpled at the bottom of his rations chest. It told of a spire at the maw of the valley, one that pulsed and sang a song of mercy. The source of these vile creatures! Landen dismissed it at first; it must be nonsense. But that night, his nightmares consumed him. The Wardogs ate him and tore his flesh.
The next day, he sent his best soldiers to find the spire and investigate. They did not return. He sent five more. They did not return. Time was running out, munitions were running out, so he had no choice but to pack up the last of his battalion, or the last of humanity, rather, and march to the spire.
The Wardogs took the valley.
Six days later, Landen arrived at the spire alone, and with one less hand than he had left with. He knelt before it. Prayed to it. The spire sang a song. Landen’s ears were plugged with dry blood, but his body resonated with the tune. He felt bliss, finally. He hummed along as the Wardogs surrounded him.
Inikine Valley had only Wardogs and bodies remaining. A Wardog with dog tags. Ironic, isn’t it? And yes, they read Jeremy Landen.
There’s a dead angel at the bottom of Hergs Waterfall in Burning Finger Forest.
Researchers got there as soon as they could. After a few days, the Low Court arrived but was turned away, with firepower. A few more days later, the Fervent Guard arrived, but was also turned away.
Each side told a different story of why they were there, and gave different reasons why the other side couldn’t be trusted. Who do you listen to then? Hm?
The Fervent Guard said they were responsible for this angel. Apparently, she is part of their group and they only want to take her away to give her a proper burial. Reasonable, no? They don’t fit the description. No halos, no glowing wings. But they are quite warm. Maybe…
The Low Court said they were there to give the angel what she deserves. After some pressing, they claimed they also wanted to give her a burial. Though they weren’t as kind about it. They feel wrong, dangerous.
According to the Fervent Guard, the Low Court is trying to consume this poor angel. Something about her committing a crime and her punishment is “ingestion” or the like. Conversely, the Low Court claims the Fervent Guard is there to desecrate her. They did not give details.
But what do we humans want with her? For starters, studying her biology has been productive. Her stagnant blood has yielded immense amounts of rare minerals as well as chemicals useful in regenerative alchemy. Her skin seems to repair itself when injected with her own re-oxygenated blood. Among other things.
Who gets her? Well, I think a better question is why a dead body is so in demand. Sad, it is. She died alone and this is how her corpse is treated. But no one else is thinking of that. Perhaps the Fervent Guard is. Maybe they should get her.
Anyway, I’ll skip ahead to the part you wanna hear. We have been holding the site for a few weeks now. The Fervent Guard and Low Court have been at war with each other and with us. It’s taken immense resources to keep them at bay; they obliterate our weaponry with a wrist flick. They have burned the forest down, killed hundreds of soldiers, and at this point, whatever we could learn from her isn’t worth another body. We cannot hold it much longer, though, as there is rumor that the Guard and the Court have made an alliance against us.
Whether or not that actually happens isn’t up to me. I have overheard them talking about ramping up firepower. Ego, what a crazy thing, huh?
The Blank
A splinter group from Project Step Beyond Boundary, created by Joan with 3 other members.
These junkies use special materials to travel to other dimensions. During their jumps, the winds of the aether intoxicate them, giving them a light addictive high.
And so I flow with the universe
Daisies at my feet and knives in my hands
Where did you go?
I haven’t seen the sun since you left, whether by choice or not
Dreams don’t end. I can’t tell the difference between awake and asleep anymore
Find me, make me me again
Organ stealer.
These creatures are like rats - or crows. They flock to battlefields and fresh graves. The warmer the corpse, the better. And if someone is weak or sick enough, they won’t wait for their victim to die. Human's organs are keeping their rotting bodies alive.