So, this one's a little different - I felt like writing something from an orange Rock Hound's POV. It's just some thoughts really, no real story.



A Rock Hound lay dead on the ground, it's life giving crystal cruelly torn out and stolen away to those home snatchers who call themselves "Gods." My whole race was dead, brought back to life by our Mistress, Iugulare. She was a real Goddes. Strong, sleek - amazing. Her power, (those stupid deers called it an "infection" - in fact, it was the cure to their insanity) the amazing darkness that filled my bones, was as sweet to us as the flowers those herbivores loved to sit in. The thought of rolling around in a heap of flowers made me cringe. Ugh... flowers...

My thoughts were interupted by a frog leaping past my eyes. I growled softly and spat the tiniest amount of darkness at it. It fell to the ground, sizzling softly. I went to grin, but then remembered I had no skin - that was me, just bones strung together. I missed the sensation of tearing into flesh, feeling the blood run down my maw and the freshly sliced meat slide down my throat. Just the thought of it made me shiver with joy.

But I no longer had the body to live through those thrills. I snarled at the air. It was all their fault! Those so-called "deities" with their "Twin God this! Twin God that!" I snarled even louder and set off. running as hard as I could. Of course, the Grand Talux had already been captured (he'd disappeared - but what could you do?) but Mistress still wanted us out here to infect as many of these idiotic vegetarians as possible. There were those Rock Hounds who occasionally decided to rip one of the fawns apart - well, what use is a fawn? - but those silly omegas were usually slapped sharply on the wrists. I suppose that's the wrong way of saying it. Being torn into several pieces of wolf anatomy was probably closer to the truth - if this did happen, Mistress would always put them back together with her darkness. We just had to be careful when tearing them apart. There was only so many of our skeletons left, and if the crystal was taken we wouldn't be able to come back.

As much as I missed living sensations, being a skeleton was much better than the space I had in my head of the time when I was dead. Killing is easy, being dead is much worse.



QuadRaptor, I hope this fits into your image of what a Rock Hound could be like! It's really interesting thinking like a Rock Hound, very violent and hopeless - and looking up to Iuglulare as a "Mistress" is extremely freaky, especially seeing the suffering she's put Quad through over his life-span.