The Bloodhounds, Viscount Reval Drenwick's hidden blade. When the job was too filthy for his knights, they were the ones he sent. Kidnapping, murder, blackmail, and anything in between, they carried out every order without hesitation.
Once orphans, they were taken in by the Viscount's household, broken down, and rebuilt into perfect tools. Obedience was carved into them before they even learned what freedom meant.
Before becoming a bloodhound, they were nameless fangs. Most remained nameless fangs until death. But the few who clawed their way up, those whose instincts and brutality surpassed all, were named Bloodhounds.
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The leader of the Bloodhounds, wearing a white fox's mask, was staring at the battlefield, watching the nameless fangs who had eaten hallucinogens charge towards the enemy only to be obliterated.
Blood was the music of purpose. Screams were merely ambient noise.
