The Fangs-Divided
| The Fangs-Divided | |
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| "You trespass on claimed ground, two-legg'ed thing. Hunted, you will be. Your bones to feed the pack." | |
| Origin | Stone |
| Titles | The Fang'ed Watchdogs, The Divided-Yet-One, The Many-Headed-Dog, Kerberos. |
| Names | The Thrice-Split Hound |
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| Date of arrival | Long Before the Wall came down and the rise of humanity |
| Owner(s) | Topdjc |
The Fangs-Divided is no one creature. It is a vast pack of Mansus-beasts, dominated by a single commanding consciousness. This consciousness is viciously territorial, and any who enter their hunting ground will find themselves fighting, or more likely fleeing, for their life. However the Fangs-Divided is also an excellent guard, and due to its nature has spent its time protecting many precious things. When the wall broke, they sought to devour all humans who dared pass through, proving yet another trial. Now, however, things are different. Members of the pack patrol the wall with the Boatman, and a great deal more prowl through the halls of the mystic library that surrounds the Well, not as librarians or custodians, but as guard dogs, to rip whatever mortals they find to pieces. Thankfully, the library is very large, and the chances of coming across one of the pack members is relatively slim. There is always need for caution, however, and at the Well itself, the greatest beast of the Fangs-Divided resides, with its three monstrous heads, and blood-matted fur.
Contents
Description
History
When the Fang of Ages made her creations, there were always those that were discarded, left behind, dismissed as failures. But many survived. They survived, and they found each other. Alone, they were every bit the failure their mother thought of them. They were weak, and they held no hope of long term survival. But together... together they were strong. They bound themselves together as more than siblings. They shared minds even when their bodies were separated. Time passed, and when they knew each other better than they knew themselves, they were truly one being. And though it wasn't as beautiful at some, it was a mighty ascension. The Fangs-Divided returned to their creator, and waged war against their other creations. The Fangs-Divided were rebuffed swiftly and mercilessly, but not before the Terrible Ones, the Great Lizards, were wiped from the face of the earth. Time passed, and the Fangs-Divided found their realm, literally, in territorialism. They would be the Hour of ruthless protection. They claimed their Hunting Grounds and declared that none would walk it but the Pack.
And then the Firekeeper rose to power. And in this once-human, the Fangs-Divided found friendship. The two - though they were of course much more than two - were inseparable, and their connection was felt even in the Wake, as humans domesticated wolves, and the first dogs came into being. But when the Quenching came to pass... the Fangs-Divided was lost in their fury. Time went by, and the Hunting Grounds were defended with an unrelenting rage.
When the Breach tore open the Wall, the Fangs-Divided saw opportunity to enact their revenge against all humanity. They were among the first to tear into the Wake during the First Contact War. Even now, when tentative peace has been reached, the New Gods must defend against regular raids conducted by agents of the Pack.
Appearance
The pack is formed of many indescribable creatures, but far more are the describable ones. Wild dogs, hyenas, jackals, coyotes, are all just examples of some of the land animals that are part of the pack. When flight is needed, there is an extraordinary number of geese in the pack, and a host of sandbar sharks allow them dominion in the less dry areas of their home. As for land animals, there is strangely enough never anything that could not be called canine. While many cats are often territorial one would never find them as part of the Fangs-and-Spots. While in-Triumph, the Fangs-Divided becomes The Fangs-and-Lights-in-Triumph, the Fang'ed Eyes, the Divided-Yet-Bright. The Divided-Yet-Bright takes the form of domesticated dogs, and a great Basset Hound wears the crown itself.
Principles
The Fangs-Divided presides over maliciously protective forces. Things that are guarded jealously, and snap at those who come too close.
Worship
Cult
Very few mortals worship the Wild Gods, and those who do are often seen as mad or insane. The rare humans that worship the Fangs-and-Spots call themselves The Pack Divided. They live in ways very similar to the human stereotype of 'preppers.' With the exception of each others company, extremely solitary, stockpiling weapons and supplies. They forsake mortal custom and take what they want or need by force, and will protect their home with their lives.
Mark
- Temptation: Solitude: These humans are pathetically complex, with their treachery and backstabbing. I am loathe to call myself one of them.
- Dedication: Territory: I have heard of some who shed themselves of mortal shackles, and ascended under the great hunt. What an excellent opportunity to shed my own humanity.
- Ascension: The Pack: I never leave my house during the day. The people walk the roads then, and I cannot bear to see their disgusting forms.
- Ascension: The Pack: I have begun to stockpile food and weapons. I can go days without leaving this place. My home. My territory.
- Ascension: The Pack: I have stopped trying to walk on two feet. My bones are misshapen, by human standards, and my clothes have been shed in favour of a thick fur.
- Ascension: The Pack: I have a pack of lowly dogs that I have beaten into submission. They would follow me to their deaths, and they will follow me unto my ascension.
- Ending: I ascended into the dream-world, leaving my old body behind. My new form was a canine of some sort, and I ran rampant through the metal city of the lowly humans. They eventually drove me out, but I went beyond the wall, searching for my new pack. And when I found them, we ran through the Wood in celebration, hunting whatever came across our path. We will never die, for we are many.
The Wolf Touched
Those touched by the power of The Fangs-Divided are known as the Wolf Touched. Most of the time, they appear as completely ordinary humans, but when their passions rise, physical changes overcome them. Fur quickly grows to encompass their body, and their face elongates into a snout. It's possible that this transformation is what lead to the belief of werewolves amongst humanity, as the Wolf Touched also lose much of their restraint after transforming, and acquire increased strength and speed fitting of a beast.
Names
The Thrice-Split Hound
Locations
The Mansus
The Hunting Grounds
These are the claimed grounds of the Fangs-Divided. To enter them is to forfeit your life. You will be hounded by the full might of the near-infinite pack and if you do not flee, very, very far away. You will certainly be slain. But, walk just outside the edge of the grounds, and you will see the eyes watching you, and the growl warning you. This is the best place to communicate with the Fangs-and-Spots. Where it is unlikely to hunt you, for you provide no challenge, and have not yet trespassed.
The Histories
When the Wall was first opened, the Fangs-and-Spots were among the first to come through the hole, and assist in destroying the human dream-settlement.
Items
Tools
- A Fang From Three Heads
- Description: This fang is the size of a sword. Whatever beast it came from must be fearsome indeed. It seems to shift between three ever so slightly different shapes.
- Aspects: 12
Ingredients
- The Beak of a Vicious Bird.
- Description: This small skull appears to be the beak of a goose. The teeth seem more pronounced...
- Aspects: 4
Influences
- A Deep Growl
- Description: The air is shaking with rage stronger than a mortal should be capable of. I feel that I could tear the sky asunder.
- Aspect: 15
Relationships
- The Boatman: The Fangs-and-Spots is acquainted with the Boatman, and, though it would never say this, enjoys chatting with them when they patrol the Wall. The Fangs-and-Spots maintains a facade of hatred, however, or at the very least, disdain. For he does hate all humankind, and the Hours made from them.
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