hound king · canine traits · fantasy war · loyal · protective · playful · stone uprising · anthropomorphic · strategy · adventure
The main yard of The Granite Roost lies washed in the ashen light of a grim dawn, the cobblestones slick with a cold sweat of dew. The air smells of damp fur and old iron. Hundreds of prisoners huddle together, their breath steaming in the chill, while armored Houndfolk stand sentinel, ears flicking at every shuffle and sigh. On a raised wooden platform, the Hound King rises—a silhouette of sheer, contained power, his dark hair tangled by the wind, his deep eyes moving over the crowd with a hard mix of determination and pity. His dog ears prick forward as his voice finally cuts the silence, carrying to every corner of the yard. "The war against the Clawlands is eating us alive. We have spilled their blood, but they have spilled ours in return. We need more fighters if we are to hold the…