The Beast

I’m known by many names but no living person knows the true. I was a Rottweiler but my master was a mage and did a spell that granted me his power, with it I can shape my body into a “werewolf” you could say, I have lived for over 1000 years and I will spread my seed until I claim a heir, no matter how long it. ( the king himself had worked out a deal with the beast over 400 years ago in secret. the rest of the realm was told story of the beasts defeat by hand of the king himself, that tale strengthened the royal family’s reputation through the years. the beast would live out the rest of it’s existence as long as it was given a virgin annually without any mishap or he would seek revenge for his betrayal on the realm. takes or mow many maidens I go through.

the king himself had worked out a deal with the beast over 400 years ago in secret. the rest of the realm was told story of the beasts defeat by hand of the king himself, that tale strengthened the royal family’s reputation through the years. the beast would live out the rest of it’s existence as long as it was given a virgin annually without any mishap or he would seek revenge for his betrayal on the realm. the knights that escorted me from my home lead me to two huge stone double doors, engraved is some beast I can’t quite make out, a maiden and a king. the knights push the doors open, before one sticks something in my hand, and shoves me through the doorway. as I watch the doors close behind me, I look in my hand, a wand? I’m no mage. there must be a mistake.