08-06-2019, 09:48 PM
The life of a hyena was nothing special. You were born into the tribe and you were raised by the mothers. They fiercely protected you and loved you, gave you good pickings of the food. When you grew older, around a year, you were expected to come hunt with the parties. As a female, you were expected to reign over your male counterparts, and make sure they knew you were above them. Below the males, were the slaves, kept under pressure by the sheer overpowering number of the hyenas and the ability to work in tandum together. That was where the strength of the Hyena Tribe centered and thrived- in numbers and under one matriarch. Vathmos' time alone in the wilderness was the worse time of her life, and a part of her that she would not admit to, hated the idea of beng alone. It was in her nature. She needed other people to be happy, and she needed other people to survive. She liked having Wormwood as an ally, in that way. Vathmos felt that, if she were to go down, Wormwood would protect her.
They had one god in the Spotted Hide tribe. Lamashtu, mother and patroness to many misshapen and malformed creatures that crawl, slither, or flap on the land. Or simply, the Mother of Monsters. Lamashtu considered all other gods to be her enemies, and that's what the hyenas thought too. An enemy of Lamashtu was an enemy of yourself, and an enemy of the tribe. Hyenas were created when Lamashtu took one as her consort, and their species was allied with her ever since. They seeked out deformities in themselves for her, killing the idea of beauty, some even went as far as scarring themselves in the name of Lamashtu.
Joining the outside world, however... brought in some doubt. Vathmos, like her hyena brethren, was a faithful follower of the jackel goddess, but learning that gods and demons walked amoung us? It strengthed the idea of her existence, yes, but where was Lamashtu? Did she also walk among us? Was she hiding in one of these clans? Could Lamashtu be killed?
The idea made her sick.
Vathmos, being a natural nocturnal, brought herself out of the camp for the night, after sleeping off most of the day. The thunderclouds storming above excited her, and she wondered how long it would take for them to get here. She was excited for it to rain. Vathmos felt like the thunder called to her, and beckoned her. She couldn't quite describe it, though. She figured it had to do with her powers, but she couldn't explain much more.
As she was padding through the swamp, towards the storm, she came into the clearing, finding the German Shepard and Wormwood. "Oh. Hey- uh, Perseus, right?" He was going to share stories? She supposed she could stop for a moment to listen. "Okay. I'm all ears."
// im REALLY fucking sorry i didn't mean to type this much
They had one god in the Spotted Hide tribe. Lamashtu, mother and patroness to many misshapen and malformed creatures that crawl, slither, or flap on the land. Or simply, the Mother of Monsters. Lamashtu considered all other gods to be her enemies, and that's what the hyenas thought too. An enemy of Lamashtu was an enemy of yourself, and an enemy of the tribe. Hyenas were created when Lamashtu took one as her consort, and their species was allied with her ever since. They seeked out deformities in themselves for her, killing the idea of beauty, some even went as far as scarring themselves in the name of Lamashtu.
Joining the outside world, however... brought in some doubt. Vathmos, like her hyena brethren, was a faithful follower of the jackel goddess, but learning that gods and demons walked amoung us? It strengthed the idea of her existence, yes, but where was Lamashtu? Did she also walk among us? Was she hiding in one of these clans? Could Lamashtu be killed?
The idea made her sick.
Vathmos, being a natural nocturnal, brought herself out of the camp for the night, after sleeping off most of the day. The thunderclouds storming above excited her, and she wondered how long it would take for them to get here. She was excited for it to rain. Vathmos felt like the thunder called to her, and beckoned her. She couldn't quite describe it, though. She figured it had to do with her powers, but she couldn't explain much more.
As she was padding through the swamp, towards the storm, she came into the clearing, finding the German Shepard and Wormwood. "Oh. Hey- uh, Perseus, right?" He was going to share stories? She supposed she could stop for a moment to listen. "Okay. I'm all ears."
// im REALLY fucking sorry i didn't mean to type this much
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