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32 | THE BREAKING OF THE COVENANT
It began in Amizeh, homeland of the Dog Soldiers.
A Taurian had found a following there by preaching of the virtues of the Dog Soldiers and of their natural superiority to the Felines that they had displaced from Badaria. The Taurian told them of how the Felines coveted their ancient lands and planned to eventually attack. He told tales of Felines capturing young Taurians and doing terrible things to them before sacrificing them to their dark Gods. In short, he manipulated the Dog Soldiers with lie built upon lie wrapped in a lie. The Taurian soon built a group of over one hundred followers, each giving up his or her family and possessions to follow the Taurian who promised that the Dog Soldiers were destined to be first among the Beasts and that the evil Hayasans must be stopped in order for this to happen.
Now, this was all patently nonsense for though the Hayasans did not bear the Dog Soldiers any particular love, they had been joined together in the Covenant for millennia. Further, unlike the rest of the Beasts of the Covenant, the Dog Soldiers had not felt the Vampire plague. They had had their own troubles, of course, but those did not compare to the horror of the Bleakness in any way or form and as their people had not been preyed upon by the Vampires for two thousand years, they were much more numerous than the Felines.
The Hayasans were no true threat to the Dog Soldiers, and yet those around this Taurian seemed to believe that the very fate of their civilization was at stake. Soon enough, the Taurian proposed actually making what he called ‘a war of righteousness’ upon the Felines of Hayasa. It was madness to most Dog Soldiers. They could no more attack a Beast of the Covenant than they could turn themselves inside out. Gaia had woven the Covenant into the very fabric of their ancestors and it was a part of their souls.
And yet, somehow the Taurian’s followers agreed whole‐heartedly. They seemed almost eager to bloody themselves upon the Felines, which was impossible, surely. Their cries for war grew louder while the apprehension they inspired in the rest of the Dog Soldiers grew stronger. Soon, those whom the Taurian seemed to be leading towards disaster were doing more than just urging for war. They were demanding it, and they took a whole tribe of Dog Soldiers captive, though without shedding blood as the Covenant bound them still.
When their fellow Dog Soldiers reacted with revulsion and condemnation, the Taurian puppet master pulled a string and his followers threatened to begin killing the kidnapped villagers – fellow Dog Soldiers all – in defiance of all reason. And then, when the other Dog Soldiers still would not relent and make war on Hayasa, it happened.
There are not words to describe the loss that the Beasts felt, for when the Taurian’s followers executed a fellow Dog Soldier, the Covenant was shattered, forever. All Beasts who had been a part of it felt something torn from the most fundamental fiber of their being and all despaired.
For her part, Gaia was greatly saddened, for the Beasts of the Covenant were among the most loyal friends of the Earth. The Covenant had been held sacred for thousands of years and had defined the Beasts that were a part of it. The Beasts were as Her children. How dare this Taurian and these Dog Soldiers undo her work and the pledge that had been bound in the Covenant?
The Earthmother is slow to anger, and forces beyond mortal imaginings that bind the conduct of the Gods stayed their hand in all but a handful of cases through history, but this was too much to bear.
Gaia cursed the Dog Soldiers and the Taurian with a curse such as never before and never since been uttered. Within days, they had begun to lose their most Beast‐like features. Their fur fell out in great clumps, their tails shriveled, and their snouts shortened. Their claws fell out and the pointed teeth of the Dog Soldiers that had performed the execution flattened. The Taurian shrunk and watched as every day his horns grew shorter. After a week, the freakish Dog Soldiers were in horror of what they’d done; what they’d brought upon themselves.
The great majority of the Dog Soldiers looked upon the group that had broken the Covenant with hatred, and some proposed that since they had broken the Covenant by murder, murder should be done on them. Most, even without the Covenant, were still simply appalled by the notion of shedding the blood of those who were once of the Covenant. For we modern Beasts, it is hard to overestimate the impact that the cleaving of the Covenant had on all who had once been part of it.
Instead, the cursed Dog Soldiers and Taurian were cast out of the territory of Amizeh and into the Waste to the northeast. Daily their mutations grew worse and soon they began to all look alike, both Dog Soldier and Taurian. As they wandered the Waste the Dog Soldiers cried out for mercy, gnashing their teeth and tearing at what little fur remained. What had they been thinking? What had they done? It seemed like a hazy nightmare to them.
Gaia watched, in Her own way, the progress of these accursed Beasts, for though She bore great hatred for them, She did not understand how the Taurian’s words, persuasive though they might be, could have overcome the power of the Covenant. Through a dream, She instructed Her High Priestess of the time to send someone to the Waste to find the cursed ones and hear what the Taurian had to say for himself and the miseries he had brought on both he and the Dog Soldiers he had corrupted.
The High Priestess sent a young Druidess named Kirili, in honor of Atan’s steadfast companion during his journey north to find the Maar. Through the empty, blasted Waste she journeyed, searching for the cursed ones. Finally, at a small oasis she found those for whom she searched. They were a sorry sight, to say the least, bereft of fur, fang, and claw as they were. When they learned she was there as a representative of the High Priestess of Gaia, the cursed Dog Soldiers beseeched her to intervene on their behalf and ask the Earthmother to remove the curse.
The Taurian was curiously quiet, and simply sat with his head downcast, as if he never intended to move again and meant to die there on that spot. Kirili knelt before him and asked, simply and without judgment, who he was and how he had done what he had done.
The Taurian lifted his head, turning tired eyes to Kirili and said, “I am Zahhak.”