Hound

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The world was in a fragile state. Galena in particular. It was run by seven groups.

Seven Kings. 

Seven Clans.

People didn't realize, the subtle, yet tense air in which they lived.

It was amazing-how thoroughly a human could ignore what was so obvious.

Their world was ruled by madmen. Factions, fighting for power. Weakening the law and enacting their own.

Not all of these, so called, Kings were bad though. Most people thought that the first, second, third, fourth and fifth King, were good men.

But with ambition, true ambition, comes an evil of its own.

And then the sixth and seventh King.

People thought these men led mafias. That they were criminals.

They were right. They were wrong.

The Seventh King, was called the Evil King. He had fangs, or so people said. He killed with no mercy, and no one lived to see his face and tell the story.

There were whispers among society, but they were casts as myths. As legends. Stories.

But what are stories but truths, buried in beautifully written lies?

Oh, they existed. And their existence threaten Galena's-threatened the world. Seven powerful people, eternally at odds with one another-

Doesn't it make for an epic battle?

Hound walked the streets, quietly, his dark long hair thrown into a bun. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, as he casually strolled about the city.

"Excuse me sir?"

He paused. "Yes?" He asked, not turning around.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

"No," He stated flatly. He kept walking.

"Please it's an emergency," The woman called.

"I don't care," He drawled.

"Please!"

"Still don't care," He called, walking further away.

"I need your help."

"I don't help people, Missy. I'm a complete asshole "

"My brother's the Hound!"

He paused. Something like a smile cralwed onto his face, from the sheer irony.

"You know him don't you? That's why you stopped. If you don't help me, I'll tell him. And he'll kill you."

Hound chuckled. This poor woman just made a deadly mistake. Sad really, how one sentence ends your life.

He spun around. "It's that so?" He began walking back towards her, making her shake.

"You're brother is the Hound, is he?"

She nods bravely. He examined her. Tall for a woman, brown skin, brown eyes, the shape of almonds. Her body was rather plain, but her guts-

That intrigued him.

"That's right," She nodded fiercely. "He's the type of guy you have nightmares about."

Hound smirked. "I'm just cocky enough for that to be true."

"What?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I don't have a phone Missy. But maybe I could...help you some other way?"

The woman observed him cautiously. Something about him felt wrong.

"No thanks. I only need to call my brother."

He couldn't believe she was running with this.

"Lemme get this straight: Hound is your brother, but he left you with no phone, no transportation and no way to get help. Sounds like he doesn't care if you live or die."

The woman scrunched up her face in offense. "You really are an asshole aren't you?"

He lifted one shoulder, letting it drop. "The worst of the worst. Anyway, I got somewhere to be."

"Wait can you walk me home? I'm sure my brother will...reward you for bringing me home safely."

That doesn't even sound like me, he mused internally.

"Sorry, Missy. But no."

"You aren't gonna help me?!" She screeches.

He paused. "Right sorry," He looked at her over shoulder. "Don't die," He sent her an awkward thumbs up.

He turned right back around.

"Aren't you scared of the Hound?"

"Little girl, I suggest you leave me alone. Not only am I not in mood, but you're beginning to piss me off."

"Fine. But I hope you die."

He smirked, looking at the ground. "Me too."