Facets of Dusk has a landing page here; a team of explorers are searching out new worlds via inter-dimensional Doors that only one person seems to have the ability to open.
When they open their doors on the wrong world…
“What… what is that thing?”
Cole stared at the… thing. Creature. It looked a bit like a dog, a bit like a wolf, if you ignored the radioactive-yellow eyes and paw pads.
And mouth, you couldn’t forget the mouth. Because the thing was opening its mouth at them, and, oh, my, it was terrifyingly yellow.
“I believe.” Aerich coughed faintly, “that it is safe to assume that it is a demon-canine hybrid.”
“That’s your safe assumption?” Cole took two steps backwards and drew his gun.
“…and that it may be sentient. As such, it might recognize….”
It was too late; the beast was already leaping. Cole shoved Aerich behind him, made sure the mage was in front of their Door-opener, and drew a cudgel from it sheath, all in the second it took the thing to jump.
“Ashe!” Aerich coughed the word out as the beast landed, teeth almost making it to Cole’s throat. “Its – his – name is Ashe. And this is his territory.”
The demon-dog paused, one paw lifted, ready to slice Cole’s face open. It was entirely unclear whether he spoke or used telepathy, but mine came across clear as day.
“Yours,” Cole agreed. He holstered the fun. “We were just leaving.”
“Good.” Ashe grinned at them, or, at least, his mouth opened and he showed a bunch of teeth. “Stay gone.”
Alexa had gotten the Door open again. “Leaving?”
“Leaving,” Cole agreed. They backed slowly through the door. “Mark this one on the do-not-visit-if-we-can-help-it.”
“Good idea.” The demon-dog’s laugh followed them back through the dimensions.
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