As I went astralling one night about three months ago I came across a set of doors. At a certain crossroads are doors to other worlds, the world of the faeries and the gods and demons that act in ways that we don’t usually see.
Every now and then, these crossroads will have a peculiar occupant—the faerie dog. These aren’t the puppies you and I know—these dogs are bright green and will bark once or twice as a warning. But if you happen to hear that third warning, take heed, and pay attention. They are warning you of impending doom.
These dogs are meant to help you, and they will do just that if you let them. They are adorable, they are not meant to be but they are!! The pic is the closest I can come to them, they are three times that size.
