(▸ FALSE HOUND ◂)

Faith art ruined and only heresy remains

INDEX.

I. Physical Character
II. Story
III. Combat and Skills
IV. Curses
V. Lore
VI. Tales
VII. Timelines and Death
VIII. Artist credits
IX. Update log

I.

Physical Character

Extra Content

The Hound's attire consists of rather old yet sturdy black cotton fabric blends, with hints of red in it. Physically, he is in great shape with unholy strength, but is suffering from many side-effects of his curses. His hair is unnecessary long, messy, and often stained with blood if he's been out a lot.

II.

Story

It all begins with nothing. And then, there was something. The origins of the Hound are unknown, no parents nor hint of mortal creation had a part in his existence. He was simply .. here. Then, it all changes from there. The Hound lives the cruelest of lives at some sick hand of fate, for each time he dies; he leaves that world behind and re-emerges upon a different timeline. And for each one is bound a horrible life and death. He shall bear the seven sins upon his unholy vessel, accumulate the heresy from his deeds, and bear witness to all that he burns in his path. Allies all become corpses, friends turn into enemies, humanity constantly betrays him and the gods look at him with fear and disgust. Time and mortal-kind have turned him into a monster, a Hound that claims the title of "SKOLL, DEVOURER OF THE SUN" as a ways to hide his shame and false pride. He expects only misery, and so he shall bestow misery. But at one point in his life, he was human just the same as you .. He is far more afraid than anyone.

III.

Combat and Skills

IV.

Curses

V.

Lore

VI.

Tales

CHAPTER I; Moon’s plague.The religion of the moon is an olden group, one that follows the ancient witch, also known as the goddess of the moon. She has gone by many titles before, but they all return to the same individual being that many mortals pray to. From blessings to guidance in the dark, the Moon served as the symbol for light in dark times, and to ward off the evil in sight. A silver trinket of the moon’s faith rests upon one’s side, faith prevalent in its signature look and pride betwixt the individual known as (REDACTED). There is no Hound, not yet. Now we come to the present, digits of the Hound trace along the coarse paper of a map, navigating the wild and distant plains of the south. He has traveled far and wide through these lands, it is almost too tiresome how massive the world is. Sighs eventually came from his lips as he crouched down to get a better focus on the map, navigation always so difficult in its own way. From the previous town he visited, there were always legends of a cave network that used to worship the stars near the southernmost plains. It is said these stars signified two things: clairvoyance and the worlds between. Further into the legend it said that some mortals in this cult crossed from different worlds, but they long since died out ages ago in the ancient wars. Fate would have it that he came across these details, much less a map of the old times that could help guide him. It almost seemed too convenient but … “ Baaaah, the lands sure have changed from so long ago, it’s difficult comparing them to present-day maps. Must have been that brutal war, changing the landscapes … “ More and more did he feel lost, maps side by side and eyes scattering back and forth from the paper and dirt afar. If his knowledge is right, the entrance to the caves should cross right where he’s sitting, but .. Scratching the back of his head, he stretched out his back then to lay back on the ground as he gazed at the dimming sky with his bright red eyes. Sunset is nearing with each passing minute, faint clouds dancing in the sky in various forms, it reminds him of other years .. other lifetimes he once lived in. While he dwells on reminiscing thoughts, sounds of cracking echo to his ear awfully quietly. It then began to get progressively louder before he turned his attention to the ground beneath him and the gear he carries. The dirt suddenly seemed to crack, dirt sinking into a seemingless unknown void forming below him before he was swallowed by gravity, cutting off his escape. His gear and himself sliding down old rock walls at alarming speeds as if it were a slide, there was no current way to slow down. Quickly did he find himself free falling down into a cave of rapid waters, with no time to rest as he blindly searches for a stop to this landslide of problems. Flesh and skin cut against rocks many between, only after he found himself a rock he could grip upon without sliding away, he could finally pull himself up to the shore. Hair and body shook like a dog, sliding his damp red locks from covering his sight. It seemed he fell pretty far down, faint glimmers of light from where he originated came in contrast to the darkness surrounding him. It seemed his discovery was correct, but he certainly did not expect such dire things to occur, even losing some of his gear that wasn’t directly attached to his belt. Fighting against rapids to get back was not wise, so he readied himself to venture deeper into the caves to find an alternate route, and to find the answers he came for. Quickly did he pull out a half-broken lantern from his waist, pushing his finger between the broken glass to light the wick with a chant spoken proudly with his lips. A dim source of light guides the way as he makes his way through the cave network, mentally mapping the twists and turns it takes. So much darkness, he was rather surprised at how massive it was, remnants of older times clearly present throughout the grounds he walked upon. Soon did he come to a halt, raising his lantern high up as the light glimmered upon a piece of cloth hanging on the wall. It was the symbol of the Moon’s religion and her followers. “ Huh … I suppose even the older generations still shared the same faith throughout all of the time between us … But I thought this was a place for the stars, not the moon? Well .. “ He did not think too much about it after, assuming it was just someone’s faith from long ago, one that survived time as the same symbol hangs as a pendant at his side. He too was a follower and believer in this lady of the Moon, from the very beginning of his knowledge’s awakening. He carried on deeper into the system of tunnels, echoes of footsteps and faint flame reminding him how truly alone he was down here, yet it felt uneasy. There wasn’t a hint of insects, webs or any animalistic beings down here at all. Would it be safe to assume it’s been well sealed off from the surface for anything to ever survive down, he is unsure. Yet here he comes to a wide open room with a slight ray of moonlight shining from the cracks in the ceiling, looking around in curiosity and security. It seems the network loops back to the surface from somewhere around here, yet the map he read before only stated one entrance .. Yet he carried on hugging the pathway of the wall to find any other routes before coming upon a rather suspicious looking tunnel. It’s path looked like it was carved too perfectly for natural formations, sharp corners fit for mortals to walk through. Could this be where those ancient cults resided? Perhaps he can finally find some answers— “ … Huh? “ Something .. echoed. He was no longer alone down here. Without warning, a force suddenly enveloped him and threw him back into the center of the room, moonlight glimmering into his eyes from the ceiling. Quickly he came to his senses as his blade was drawn without second thought, coming in contact within the next second with a magic shot at him head on. Metal to magic, it was cut and deflected off to the side, crashing into the rocks and disrupting the structural integrity of the room. Behold, the emergence of a female figure in white, ghostly and beautiful in her appearance, yet quickly cut short once mana rings of white came at him with haste. He was quick to react, moving across the floor to avoid the attacks skimming past his fleshed vessel as he dashed with intent to take down this attacker. The first wild swing was taken to this figure, yet it only dispersed into thin air as soon as the metal made contact with it, vanishing away. Only then did he witness a battle axe emerging from the darkness, yanking himself back with the edge of the metal slicing across his cheek. He was quick to make distance, checking his surroundings with a cast of embers from his hands into the air, dimly lighting the area. Numerous figures in armor entrap him in this room, symbols of the moon’s crest laid upon the iron they bore. But they did not give him time to think, only to survive, with sheer numbers of melee attacks, magic casts, and traps were made to solely target him. Adrenaline rushes through his system, casting flames of his own to counter as he clad steel against iron, blood eventually spilling from his blade. He was quick, proficient, the stance of a knights footwork was excellent, but the combat became endless. It took 14 minutes of struggling in combat .. sweat unravels from skin and fatigue is bound to occur, yet determination was more prevalent than those. Heels shoot him back skidding across the stone floors, making a safety net from his targets to catch his breath before realizing … He fell for it. Rings of white rise and fall from the ceiling and the floor, clashing together around him as a bone breaking force binds him in his place, forcing the man to his knees. Yelps and cries from the pressure emerged from his lips as he sat there helpless to the core now. No magic was forming from his mutterings and chants, mana circuits cut off from on another here. It angered him, so he shouted; “ How .. How could you people do this!? I’m a follower .. of the same group! The moon .. I carry it’s crest damn it! “ Silence struck them like rain, footsteps of bare flesh echoing in place of any response given to him. That same figure of white approached him, that heartless gaze locked upon him as she stopped to speak to the man: ‘ Alas, time told of your presence to be here. The dog .. of destruction. We caught you early. ‘ Bafflement came to him, wonders of who she was and this cursed group of Moon followers. “ You have some serious explaining to do, damn it! Who are you, why are you doing all of this?! I’m a follower of the moon, why are you attacking one of your own?! “ ‘ … You don’t understand, do you? ‘ She spoke with shame placed upon the captured dog as rattles of his moon amulet echoed, snapping off from his belt and into the hands of the mysterious woman in white. ‘ Blind to the core. I am the moon in mortal form, and you .. are the dog of destruction. ‘ “ You .. you can’t be the moon .. this is nonsense! “ ‘ Dare to oppose my words? It is the truth you cannot accept. It was foretold after all .. the reality of your very being. ‘ Wrath enraptured him, struggling with his body as he forced his way against the magic as a means of escape, alas, futile in the end. “ Curses .. I’ve done nothing wrong against you! Is this how you treat one of your followers?! “ ‘ .. You have not done anything wrong, yet. After all, you are bound for a calamity upon worlds, I have seen it. I heard your distant prayers each night I rose into the night sky, your wishes .. But I do not remember granting you my blessing or permission. ‘ “ Bound for .. Calamity? I’m not here to destroy, I’m only here searching for someone! This is all nonsense, were all my prayers and faith for nothing?! What kind of guiding light are you?! “ ‘ .. You yell more than you think. A toxic trait. One must die so that many may survive the day. Your faith was unwanted in the end. No more shall come from you tonight, traveler. ‘ “ Trave–What do you mean .. You won’t get away with this! I will get out of here and make it– “ Words cut short as those same rings of white binding him closed in instantly, severing him in half, top and bottom half dropping against the ground as blood splattered out everywhere. He laid there without limbs, legs, or stomach, pooling red coming from every hole in him .. First, his hearing went. Then, the taste was gone. No more breaths could be taken, everything was in agony, then it all felt so .. cold. He .. has died. He begins to rot from the inside out in the form of ash peeling from the vessel he once had, laying upon the puddle of blood he spewed. There was no more story to be told in this world. Like the rest, there is a fate of suffering to be awaited in each and every one. Then, soon enough, he shall one day awake in another world, shouting in the pain he endured .. all of that effort, for naught. Faith, determination, strength, all failed where it must prevail. Betrayal from the Moon .. a guiding light that only brings pain.

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VIII.

Artists for Immortal

• secondterra
• Gemg_GH
• 0679ovo

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Last update; 08/14/2025; Index and Lore