Masquerade

 ⚕ THE MASKED ⚕

Darkness plagued the once flourishing woodland that occupied a group of dogs. That pack was feared by all. They prowled the forest like assassins, poised for the kill, and in their wake was doom and destruction. Few dared to journey to their land, or merely gander at the hell forest. Though their reign was short lived.

The darkness thundered down like ginormous storm clouds, consuming everything in its path. The dogs of that pack desperately clung to the narrow blades of grass, perplexed as to what has brought this upon them. The answer was clear.

Like bullets shot from a gun, canines as quick as a bolt of lightning assailed the forest, but they were matched with a force much greater than theirs, the inhabitants of the woodland.

The two groups clashed, the pack of dogs easily outnumbering the intruders, the sixty of them were cut down to thirteen.

Under the cover of the darkness, the canines took up positions within the bodies of their fallen companions. As they lay in wait, the blood from the dead poured over them. The dirt and debris stuck to their pelts like a shroud. Changing them. Anointing them. When the enemy drew near, the remaining thirteen of them rose from the fallen. They were like hunters that couldn't be seen, using stealth their enemies couldn't defend against. When the dust and forest has settled, only two of the enemy had survived. They were picked up in the undergrowth, wandering aimlessly, traumatized. One expressed warnings to others of a force so menacing and unbeatable, it could only be described as supernatural. The dog called them... "ghosts", a Masquerade.

For the second dog, the ghosts captured it as a prisoner. Some type of leverage.

You.