Biography
~A cold breeze rattles the shutters violently. I lean closer to my master, who is asleep on his cot. I am Grey, and his name is Warden Greyhound. Warden says Im a Mabari Hound/Wolf mix. His favourite story to tell is the time when my mother, a wolf, tricked and proved to his dads Mabari, my father, that she would be a good mate. And thus, through that, I was born. Warden rarely talked about our old home since that night; the night the darkness destroyed it. The creatures had swarmed our home. I dragged Warden to safety that night, as fire engulfed our home. I still hear the screeching of the monsters and the howling screams of our family. We traveled for weeks, till we stumbled upon a town with life. There, we found refuge. I havent been able to shake this feeling, one that had been haunting me for weeks.
All I know is that something was coming and it would involve both of us. It was dark, and my blood boiled as the wind raged, carrying the smell of rot and fire. Clenching my teeth, I let out a low growl, waking Warden. He grabs his swords and bags, saying," Darkspawn?"
I twitch my ear in response and stand my ground. The smell of a woman who is fighting the taint hits my nose, right before the knock on the door. She speaks in a loud tone.
"Warden Grayhound, last of the Grayhounds, the Gray Wardens invoke the right to conscript!"
The smell of more of these Grey Wardens stings my nose. I look at Warden, only to see that he has a low cast shadow over his face. It lasts a moment before he turns to me with a brittle smile, trying to reassure me. I nod at him. Then, he starts shouting at the Wardens behind the door.
"I, Warden Grayhound, last of the Grayhounds, accepts the rite if my hound can go through it with me."
There was a pause of silence before the woman opened the door, her armour clicking and the smell of rain and wind cling to her. She took one look at me and then said," Come then...."
I passed the rite with my master many years ago now. My fur is splattered with Darkspawn gore as I slaughter the ones that try attacking my master. It is right here on this battlefield that I can tell that I will lose him and our friends. However, I feel compelled to stay and fight till the bitter end... If not for us, then the next pups and children .... Based off of Dragon Age Game lore and my imagination. Edited by: Alfred F. Jones 192146
Breeding Info
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Special Skills
Produced:
Not AC~
Defects~
1 Leucism
Boosts~
1 Surpassing Valor
1 Crushing Strength
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
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