Blood Beast: A Narrative Fiction

“That sounds like an odd custom.” “You not having a name until eighteen is an odd custom.” “Well, do you want to call me something until I find my name?” “Hmmm. I think I’ll call you Doppelgänger, but Ganger for short. Doppelgänger means twin in the language my village speaks sometimes, and twin is what you look like to me!” Alyssa said cheerfully, “C’mon Ganger, let’s go!”
We stumbled through the grass until we found a white rabid, dead in a pool of red blood and ghost fox fur. “That’s what I thought. I guess we shouldn’t let him go to waste. I have a cloth to wrap him in. Do you want some?” She tore the tiny carcass in half, and handed me the long front legs and the tiny head with it’s long white ears dangling. “And here’s something to soak up all the blood.” She ripped off the hem of her cloak and wrapped it around the half of the carcass in my hand. I tucked it into my pack and we went on our way. We managed to get back to the forest, but a very unfamiliar part of it. I heard the howl of a blood beast.

Blood beasts have a difficult time smelling more than one scent.” I whispered to Alyssa. Her large pointy ears perked up. They were just like my ears. “That’s a good idea. How did you know