Editing The Pad of Little Puppy Dog Feet-Tale of Fleece

'''The Pad of Little Puppy Dog Feet'''

'''The Pad of Little Puppy Dog Feet'''

The master of Karat'Tiel is not so benevolent.

The master of Karat'Tiel is not so benevolent.

Down a long corridor, into a guarded chamber in the inner sanctum of the Empire of Man come the padding of little puppy dog feet.

Down a long corridor, into a guarded chamber in the inner sanctum of the Empire of Man come the padding of little puppy dog feet.

If the guards had noticed them, they would have seen a strange sight. But they did not. Pushed by powerful magic wielded by creatures that know not their own talent, the guards seem to look away as twelve tiny, bedraggled, mutt pups enter the world and quickly disperse into the city. They go unnoticed. Such thing happen everywhere the pups go.

If the guards had noticed them, they would have seen a strange sight. But they did not. Pushed by powerful magic wielded by creatures that know not their own talent, the guards seem to look away as twelve tiny, bedraggled, mutt pups enter the world and quickly disperse into the city. They go unnoticed. Such thing happen everywhere the pups go.

The first to notice them is a flock of sheep. Not having the power of speech, they little notice their loss of it as the puppies' feast. Ten sheep are missing when the shepherd seeks them at dawn. Little does he know that his lost lambs have fed creatures that have come to the world as the Pups have, to do what they have come to do. Like wolves amongst sheep, too accurate a fable, the pups have come to play. If the pups had a human mind they would have relished the irony. But they don't. Forces they do not understand guide them, nor do they question them, nor do they give thought to stray from their prey. Sheep are merely food. They did not cross Shadow, trailing a scent, to reach sheep. They travel into the night toward water.

The first to notice them is a flock of sheep. Not having the power of speech, they little notice their loss of it as the puppies' feast. Ten sheep are missing when the shepherd seeks them at dawn. Little does he know that his lost lambs have fed creatures that have come to the world as the Pups have, to do what they have come to do. Like wolves amongst sheep, too accurate a fable, the pups have come to play. If the pups had a human mind they would have relished the irony. But they don't. Forces they do not understand guide them, nor do they question them, nor do they give thought to stray from their prey. Sheep are merely food. They did not cross Shadow, trailing a scent, to reach sheep. They travel into the night toward water.

Karat'Tiel is a busy place. Both sides in any conflict need peasants and many times they little note the conquest. This is not one of those times. Times are lean and haunted. The only thing they can say on the last few weeks is at least all the wolves seem to have vanished. They do not know that the wolves have not so much vanished, as gone to pray. To pray as supplicants.

Karat'Tiel is a busy place. Both sides in any conflict need peasants and many times they little note the conquest. This is not one of those times. Times are lean and haunted. The only thing they can say on the last few weeks is at least all the wolves seem to have vanished. They do not know that the wolves have not so much vanished, as gone to pray. To pray as supplicants.

Days pass.

Days pass.

The peace of the grave is shattered in the chamber Lugborz inhabits like death. A ruckus stirs him from his plaything that he finally gives death, discarding what once was a beautiful woman, though none could tell that now. He looks from his high tower and sees a shipyard in flames. Enraged he strides like a war-god to the sea's edge.

The peace of the grave is shattered in the chamber Lugborz inhabits like death. A ruckus stirs him from his plaything that he finally gives death, discarding what once was a beautiful woman, though none could tell that now. He looks from his high tower and sees a shipyard in flames. Enraged he strides like a war-god to the sea's edge.

Lugborz grasps Ripper and twists. A sharp crunch and crack resound as he flings him away. He smashes Dwarf hard against the ground, dislodging him. He smashes his pommel into the stunned wolf's head. He swipes the sword across Swift, scoring a long cut. Rolling, he finds Bruiser gone, stepping away.

Lugborz grasps Ripper and twists. A sharp crunch and crack resound as he flings him away. He smashes Dwarf hard against the ground, dislodging him. He smashes his pommel into the stunned wolf's head. He swipes the sword across Swift, scoring a long cut. Rolling, he finds Bruiser gone, stepping away.

Fleece barks once. They back away. Dwarf leaps to join them running into the night. Ripper strolls casually away, guarding a front leg tucked protectively against his chest. Bruiser gives him a wide berth and passes behind Fleece who follows her, walking backward. He hadn't even gotten a bite in, but the thought occurs to him at the same time it does to Lugborz; Fleece's turn will come.

Fleece barks once. They back away. Dwarf leaps to join them running into the night. Ripper strolls casually away, guarding a front leg tucked protectively against his chest. Bruiser gives him a wide berth and passes behind Fleece who follows her, walking backward. He hadn't even gotten a bite in, but the thought occurs to him at the same time it does to Lugborz; Fleece's turn will come.

Someone sent Fleece after me, he thinks. Who? A Chaos lord almost certainly. An enemy that has taken careful thought to his destruction.

Someone sent Fleece after me, he thinks. Who? A Chaos lord almost certainly. An enemy that has taken careful thought to his destruction.