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Suteki Yaju
Man's best friend.•
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Introduction
Teki is a dog-based auspice. Her primary motivating factor in life is doting over and assisting the friends she makes along her travels. She has become the carrier of many stories, from precious lives lost to time.
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Character Information
Basic details about Suteki Yaju
Race
Auspice (Dog)
Occupation
The Barkbarian
Orientation
Straight (Mostly?)
Languages
Doman, Common (Broken)
Height
5'2"
Weight
125 ponze
Background
The story of the character's origins
Before even the dawn of the Dragonsong War, in the far Eastern lands of Othard, a simple mutt was born. This puppy was offered to a boy on the day of his name. Much like the pup, his birth too was of low consequence and lacking in pedigree. Together though, the destiny they forged grew to span a millennia and more. Had the farmer known that particular muttling would harbor such a profound fate, he surely would not have spared her so.
The boy and the puppy grew together, reaching adulthood on the family farm. Their land was untamed, frequently assailed by creatures that would often devour swaths of their crops every year. It left them destitute most harvests, barely able to eek by. But with the help of a certain mutt, the boy was able to stave them off for a few years past. With spear in hand and trusty canine at his side, he did battle with many foul beasts. They made a remarkably competent team in battle. Not only did this make the once nigh worthless crop land profitable, the materials fetched from beasts felled further padded out the family coffers. The eldest son was sure to inherit the property at that rate.
Years turned to decades. The boy grew into a fragile old man. The canine at his side had not aged past her prime. Wisdom would suppose that a pup acquired in one's adolescence should scarcely have a chance at resting beside one's deathbed. But there she sat, guarding over his final days. She was a keen beast, one capable of responding to commands and even adapting to plans on the fly. Never did the two feel there was a wayward beast they couldn't fell together, should it wander upon their lands. He knew she was special, that there was no dog quite like her, at least not as far as stories could travel in their time. Before he was to take his last breath, he asked one thing of his lifelong companion;
“K̶̢̦̮̺̺͖̘̘̖͎͖͍͈̼̜͛́̀̔̎̀͋̽̊̌̿̄̉͠î̵̡̗͉̩y̷͙̩̖̰̲̙̗̋͐̐̂́͒̋̕͜͝ö̵̗̦̱̺͙̣̥̥̖̤́, I am not long for this world but there is much I must leave behind. My son is wayward, but with you I believe he can find his way. Please, be by his side as you were to mine. It was thanks to you my family could prosper. Allow an old man in his final days to make a greedy request; protect them. See my family through for as long as you can.
For days, perhaps even weeks after his passing, the mutt dared not leave that spot. She howled and cried late into every night. That was all she could allow herself. Once her mourning came to a close, she set out to walk aside the only son of the man she played companion to for a lifetime. The young man she was to serve now was born late into his parents' lives. They almost failed to produce an heir at all. He had an ill temper, and drank heavily. His life was one of self-wrought misfortune. When the dog found her way to his side, he was anything but kind. His latest woe of course being the loss of his last parent, his mother having gone before him. The dog did nothing but remind him of the death of his father. He was not kind to her, but she would not leave his side. The land they worked had become prosperous enough to have a crew of capable hands assisting, so it went on mostly unbothered by the heir's absence for a time. Eventually, perhaps feeling guilt by the dog's presence, he made his way home. He took to the land and protected it much the same as his father had.
For generations, this continued. The dog whose name was forgotten by time continued to pass from generation to generation, always to be claimed by the eldest son. The family went through many changes over times. From farm to hunting dog, to ferocious war hound, she continued to serve. Be her owner a farmer, hunter, samurai or even crook, she remained ever present. The family kept her existence a relative secret. Many who knew them knew that the family kept dogs, so from the outside it may well have seemed the dog beside the eldest son's sides was not ever-living, but merely chosen as it looked alike enough and bore a temperament close enough to the dog they had previously known to replace it.
A thousand years passed since the birth of a once insignificant mutt. Over those many long, trying years, the creature had grown more intelligent, more capable than any dog should have the right to be. She didn't understand her own being. Other canines lacked the vitality and cunning she possessed. They paled in strength. There was in no way a single inferiority she possessed to any other canine. That gap broadened exponentially on the day of her awakening. A millennium beyond her creation, she awoke anew.
As an Auspice, the dog had last awakened as almost all of the kind do, once they survive a thousand years. With that fateful day came untold powers. They were difficult to harness, as she had no guidance or precedence on what to expect. She had long been able to understand the words of her family, but now she could speak them! With a voice came even more power. Magic, connection, at last the ability to dote upon those she loved and protected. Even the many that had been cruel to her over her long life. She cherished them all, because they carried the blood of the boy who built it all alongside her. The one who had begged for her blessing of protection, all those dozens of generations before.
The more powerful the dog became, the more attention she brought. Only a few generations beyond her awakening, word got out about the strange animal the family kept. Bandits began to attempt to get their hands on any of the dogs the family raised, hoping they'd find it. That was the first of the family's woes. Later to come was an unusually bad drought that spelled ruin for the farm. The then presiding family began to suspect the dog was a curse upon their family that had brought about misfortune disguised as blessings. This went on for years, the family's attitude towards the auspice waning to something akin to resentment. Eventually, they moved to expel her. The family attacked the first born of the generation, killing him in the struggle. The dog bit back, and slayed all the attackers before her. In a frenzy and a fit of unbridled emotion, she tore through the farming village, laying waste not only to the entirety of the bloodline, but anyone else who happened upon her field of carnage.
The Aramitama within the dog had run wild after she bathed in so much blood, killing the kin of those she had served for her entire life in a mindless rampage. She was left with nothing of her sense, only a desire to hurt. Nobody had been worthy of her companionship since that first boy to take ownership of her, all those years before. If they didn't deserve to be beside her, then she'd bury them beneath her paws. The rampaging auspice went on to terrorize the country side for some moons before at last another of her kind came to set things right. He bore the heritage of a bear, and was a very old and powerful creature. Even in her wild state, the berserking hound knew to fear him and failed to take him lightly.
They battled, off and on for a full moon. Each time the two clashed, a violent, destructive battle would lay waste to the wilderness around them. Each time, the dog would barely escape with her life. It was their third battle when the bear at last managed to capture the rampaging dog. The anger she felt was drowned out by the humiliation of defeat. It dispelled her swelling hatred for the world. For people. Back to her senses at least in part, the bear sat and talked with her. She learned then, for the first time meeting one of her kind, just what she was and the meaning that came with it. She hated the bear, even though her faculties had returned. He defeated her at every turn. There had never been a monster she couldn't best, but she hadn't the slightest sliver of an opportunity to seize victory in any of their bouts.
"Live on, atone for your sins by being as you should. As man's best friend. Never hurt another of their kind. Never fail to help those in need. Become stronger for the sake of man. See the world. Go on a journey and find peace, strength and how you can bring meaning to this star. Only then will I allow you the chance to fight me. Fail in any of these, and I will lay you to rest with the next swipe of my paw. Any and all of our brethren will hunt you to no ends, should you continue to invite fear and loathing upon our kind."
Suteki Yaju. That was the name the bear had left for her. The name of K̶̢̦̮̺̺͖̘̘̖͎͖͍͈̼̜͛́̀̔̎̀͋̽̊̌̿̄̉͠î̵̡̗͉̩y̷͙̩̖̰̲̙̗̋͐̐̂́͒̋̕͜͝ö̵̗̦̱̺͙̣̥̥̖̤́ had no use to exist in the world any longer. She would continue her life bearing the name of the Wild Beast, lovely as she may be. After all, she was no longer fitting of the name that boy gave to her beyond a thousand years before after the disaster she brought upon his descendants. Her journey has brought her far and wide, to lands all over the world. It has been yet many more generations since her battle with the Bear, and she has stayed true to her promise. Even those people who would hunt her, she turned not fang nor claw upon. She would run, or suffer their beatings, but would never bring harm onto anyone. Monsters, however, need not be spared the dog's bite. Upon them, she would offer sweet salvation.