The Dogs of War
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We came because there was need. Came or were created. Or so they said.
They.
The Elders of the Tribe.
The Keepers of Legends.
Was that all I was? A legend? A wolf in sheep's clothing?
I was just a boy! A scared little sheep, to be sure.
I was more the moment I, it, I changed.
I felt it. Felt the anger burn red-hot against my skin. Flames and fire and need. Felt the chorus of a dozen minds linked to me. They talk and talk and never fall silent. Felt the intent to maim, punish, protect, kill.
Kill?
Surely, I was no murderer. I was a boy. A child of the world.
No more.
No more would I simply buy a Hershey bar from the corner store, to enjoy it's chocolate sweetness filling my senses. No more would I walk hand in hand with a beautiful young girl, kiss her gently goodnight.
There were too many dangers.
Too many dangers that were me.
I am a child no more.
Breaking free of the bonds of youth, I am now a bloodhound. A vemon-hound. I sniff and smell and growl at the sweetly-sickness that penetrates the air. That threatens those I love.
I growl and change and become something more. A legend.
I don't want this. I don't deserve this. I wish to be a boy. I wish to forget the horror.
But as I am reminded, this was war.
And we, we are the dogs of war.
Beware.