Gland-hound Scared

There was nothing for it. There was no escape. But he didn’t want to burn. He didn’t deserve to burn. He had been a good hound. He had only done as the Master commanded. But they had run him to ground, even as he had run his own prey. Fear rippled through him. The Benefactor had lied. The Master had lied. He saw their lies in the flat, searing gazes of his pursuers. They were not gods and he was not better, not superior. He was just a man, and he was frightened.



Remorseless