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Cerberus | Hound of Hades -------------------------------------------------------- gnashing t e e t h and h u n g r y mouth

[three-to-one]

I was born of his anger.

TROH Cerberus

[hecate-the-callous]

a friend of his is a friend of mine | cerberus and hecate

In the many years she’d lived in the Underworld, her friendship had only strengthened with Hades. He was a man of acquired tastes, one that nobody really wanted to anger… because, well, look at the result of his wrath. And a friendship with Hades meant that it was inevitable to come across his beast, his ever faithful Cerberus, even more so living in their domain.

The three-headed soul-devouring dog was infamous, terrifying even to the Gods, but when she had become acquainted with him… — past his alarming appearance, all she could see was an unbreakable loyalty to his master, a simple but devoted beast that would do anything Hades asked of him. 

Hecate understood what he was, and admired his unwavering dedication. She’d witnessed his occasional kindness to Persephone and saw only another layer to the misunderstood creature. Over the years, she’d grown quite fond of the fearsome, deadly mutt. Hecate, when possible would bring the beast bodies to devour and even pet him when he allowed it. When the Infernal Army had taken to the Earth, she’d heard whispers of the beast turned man, of how Hades had given the dog a human body.

Busy with the army of the undead and wreaking havoc on the mortals in general, Hecate had not yet met the beast in human form. But now, with many battles won and desire to rest to regain her strength, she retreated to the tower to seek out Cerberus. She was incredibly curious to see what he was like, what he had become. 

Trailing a freshly slaughtered body behind her, she’d stopped at the The Tower. “Cerberus!” Hecate called above the screams ringing out from all directions, tilting her chin up to direct her words at the tower. “I come bearing gifts, dear beast.” And now all she had to do was wait… she had no doubts that he would hear her, he was, after all, a dog.

[three-to-one]

   --------   Ever since Cerberus had been gifted his new form by Hades, the hound was forced to walk around on two legs, and acclimatize to his new body. It wasn’t easy on the beast. His senses were not as sharp as before, what with only having one set of eyes and ears, a single nose, and only one brain to process it all. The poor creature was more than confused more times than not. Yet his Master had ordered him to stay in the new shape, something that was proving harder to do as time passed.         The tower seemed so much bigger when he wasn’t in his primal form, which had kept Cerberus baffled even now. He had been smaller before, when shaped like a hound, but not quiet this little. Standing yet again sans clothes after his transformation, the beast picked over a pile of bones from something to chew on. However, he was distracted by something shiny, which just so happened to be a sword, one that belonged to the warrior still clutching at it. While the flesh on his bones had long since wasted away, his boney hand still wrapped about the weapon.        Unceremoniously prying the item free, Cerberus inspected the blade absently. It was a fine weapon, one that Ares himself might admire, but it had been forgotten in the tomb that this hell hound called home. The hound had no idea as to quality or value, all he knew was that it fit well in the palm of his hand and that he enjoyed the sight of it. Many a times the creature had men attempt to fight him off, and try to fend their souls against the massive dog; so he understood the concept of using a blade. His practical knowledge was non-existent.         Swinging and slashing, all while coated in a layer of blood, the hound of Hades looked almost like a gladiator. If it weren't for his lack of skill, Cerberus would make a picturesque warrior. All he was in the end was an uneducated child in a body that looked seemed older than it was. In the middle of his horseplay, the beast heard the chime of his name in a recognizable voice. Out of curiosity, he moved to the impossibly tall and heavy doors, prying one slowly open with a slow growl.         Now standing to face the visitor, head tilted to the side, sword in hand, his eyes flicked between the corpse and the woman. Cerberus had gotten used to those who frequented the underworld bringing gifts, but he was always surprised by it. Stepping closer, the hound showed no fear, just as always. Leaning down, he sniffed a few times before curiously sinking the tip of the blade into the body's flesh. Turning his attention to Hecate, the beast questioned her. "Master's gift?"

[three-to-one]

Starved of all that truly matters.

TROH Cerberus

[three-to-one]

come outside and breath in ≡ persephone

[withnothingtoshow]

There weren’t many in her life that could make Persephone feel safe — the Underworld was a horrific place, and she’d grown accustom to the woes. Her King was cruel, her guards were cold, and there were no ‘friends’ to speak of. But then, there was Cerberus, a dog whose loyalty lay either her husband, and yet he seemed to close to her — he was always there when she needed him, he lay at her side in times of pain, and he licked her wounds when they bled. Cerberus was the only person, or rather creature, that she thought was redeemable in that whole forsaken place. The only problem was that his bond was to the King of the Underworld. As the man drew closer, she couldn’t help but smile — he was much more social as a person, rather than a three-headed beast. Persephone had always done the talking, laying there curled into his soft fur, talking for hours against him. As nice as it was, this was significantly better “Cerberus…” she let out a soft sigh, raising a hand to press to his cheek, fingers trailing his jaw. “Sit with me, for a while Cerberus. Not long, Hades will not be angry. I will calm him.” she nodded, tapping the ground beside her. “Come now, sit with me, would you?” Cerberus was a sweet boy, could be so much more if Hades would just release the hold on him… "Feel this water." Persephone leaned forward, cupping her hands and scooping up some water before leaning back to throw it up at him. Persephone didn’t wait for him to adjust, she just wrapped an arm behind his neck and tugged him closer, urging him to sit on his bottom. "I needed air, Cerberus, I was not running. I needed some quiet, some peace to myself." she sighed, leaning over and resting to his shoulder. "Look how beautiful this place is. He hasn’t touched it yet." the young Goddess gave a little coo, resting a hand to his, lacing their fingers together. This was certainly different…

[three-to-one]

   --------   It was odd, and would be to those who knew what exactly the beast in a man's skin was, to see him so obedient and careful with the small woman. Yet they didn't know the extent of history between them. Many a time the large hungry creature had spent hours curled around his Queen, tending to her wounds the only way a hound like him could. She had quickly become more than just a charge to guard, but a companion, one that he cherished as much as a loyal beast could. Persephone was kind to him, once she had realized he wasn't malicious in how he did as he was ordered. Her word was now just as commanding as his King's, if only because his Mistress had earned his loyalty, were his Master had it as a default.         Even without his multiple set of ears, Cerberus would perk up at the sound of his name from her lips. His eyes rested softly on her features and a faint smile hung on his lips, something that had a tendency to happen when he was graced with her presence now that he was human shaped; kind of like the wag of his tails while in his primal form. As was natural, the hound leaned into the draw of her fingers with a low huff. His brows would furrow at the thought of disobeying Hades. It was times like this that made it hard for the pup, his loyalty split down the middle could bring him a great deal of trouble. His King was the final say, but this Queen was worthy of pause, and because of that he hadn't scooped her up and taken her back home.         Caught off guard by the splash, the hound wasn't ready for her to pull him down to her. Finding his balance, Cerberus took his place by her side, the cool ground forcing him to shiver a little as he settled against it. Tilting his head, the beast would smile again. It always made him happy to have her curled into his body, it made him feel closer to her, and was something that Hades and the hound had never shared -- one of the many reasons he was more attached to his Mistress. When her fingers tangled with his, he awkwardly let his own curl in, still unsure so much about his new form. Blinking for a moment, he looked out to the landscape. The beauty of it was lost on him, Cerberus not understanding what beauty was, especially in light of the place he was raised.         Bringing his attention to the water, he leaned forward and reached out to touch it. When his fingers broke the surface, another smile graced his features, one more innocent and childlike. "Different from Styx."

[fatesofananke-deactivated201401]

"Yes, your master takes what he wants with little thought to the consequences of his actions." Ananke let out a sigh of frustration and dragged her hand through her long hair. She could not be frustrated with the hound. He was built to obey, not feel the frustrations and see the future like she was. "Because they need to be protected. You protect your master and your mistress, don’t you? You do it because they are important to you. The humans are important to the gods. They always have been."

[three-to-one]

   --------   "Consequences..." The beast was lost, the complexity of her words held him entrapped in his own mind, unsure of what to make of them or how to react. When she explained of why the Gods wished to protect the humans, he couldn't help but glean the meaning behind her words. "I protect because ordered by Master. Who ordered Gods to protect mortals? Why... Important?" It was still hard for Cerberus to understand, why the Gods would care for such creatures, when all he knew them as was food.

[uprysing]

[three-to-one]

Mythology Meme: (4/8) Lengendary creatures ➝ "Cerberus" Cerberus, also known as Kerberos, is a three-headed dog from Greek and Roman mythology. It is the guardian of the Underworld’s gates. Cerberus prevents those who have crossed the river of Styx to leave the Underworld. Cerberus is usually depicted as having three heads.Each of Cerberus’s heads are said to have appetite for live meat only and thus allow spirits to freely enter the land of the dead. In most works the three-heads each respectively see and represent the past, the present, and the future, while other sources suggest the heads represent birth, youth, and old age.

[sanityavoidance]

Mania started to chew on the inside of her mouth and fidget just a little with her hands. “Right. Your master… Hades.” She nodded, questioning the safety of her own well-being in the presence of the beast. “Human shape… Wouldn’t you be more useful to him as… your usual? Or does he wish to limit you?” She tilted her head, thinking out loud more than she was actually asking for a response. “It must be strange to walk on two legs rather than four… and have one head rather than… three.” She felt a shiver go down her spine at the mental image of three giant sets of teeth. Something that she always thought was pretty awesome, but she hadn’t quite decided how she felt about standing directly in front of something like that. “This form isn’t as terrifying.” In fact, she’d caused scarier looking men to rip their own hair out.

[three-to-one]

   --------   Cerberus didn't understand what she meant, he wasn't able to understand that as a human he was limited, almost confined. "It was gift. Master says I loyal but need to look as human. Still beast kind inside. I like better than human." The way she shifted, the small movements, they all triggered the sign of prey to the beast. As a man though, they caused something else to well up -- there was a pain of rejection from that fear. "Why?"

[three-to-one]

[burdeninmyhands]

LET ME GO, I’LL GIVE YOU A BONE, OR AN ENTIRE SHEEP, A FLOCK OF SHEEP. I’M JUST AN OWL WHAT CAN I DO, HE DOESN’T NEED ME. LET ME GO. 

[three-to-one]

   --------   The grip Cerberus had on the man let up as he attempted to turn him around, wanting to face the disrespectful minion. "Hush. Master has plan for you, bird." Despite his task, there was a rumble from his stomach. Speak of food reminded the creature of his endless hunger. "I take you now."

[burdeninmyhands]

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE DOG BOY, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, YOU STAY — SIT, FETCH - NO DON’T FETCH, OR FETCH SOMETHING THAT ISN’T ME — WHY ARE YOU — NO BUT — DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FA — UFFF — THAT REALLY HUR — I JUST — LET ME GO.

[three-to-one]

   --------   "I fetch you for Master, owl. Hades take out punishment in your flesh. You not loyal to King. Coward." His claws would keep their hold, as the beast shoved the smaller man about.

[sanityavoidance]

Mania’s face still held her obvious curiosity and partial confusion with the being’s way of speaking. “Well there’s plenty of…” She scrunched her nose up again at the thought of the soiled flesh that surrounded them and decided not to finish her sentence. Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization. “Cerberus…” She took a few small steps back. “A bit far from the dog house, aren’t you?” 

[three-to-one]

   --------   Cerberus was paused, waiting for her to finish her sentence, when she spoke his name and made his brows furrow a little. The comment to follow made the hound narrow his eyes on her. "Home, I am loose by Master's hand. That why he give me this shape." If he had more of grasp of his mind, the dog might be smart enough to realize she was suspicious of him, and that the girl might just be a threat.

[burdeninmyhands]

I’m an owl, what are you talking about — this is what owls look like in the mortal world. I’m an owl, hoooot. I’m just flying around, spying on things, eating… things? Doing bird things. Leave me alone.

[three-to-one]

   --------  Instincts would kick in when the man started to run, Cerberus quick to give chase after him. His body wanted to shift, to give him an advantage, but the beast did his best to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break his King's order for a lesser creature such as this. Strong hands would fall to the man's shoulders, claw like fingernails digging into the flesh. "I told you stay. You not listen. Master will punish you."

[fatesofananke-deactivated201401]

His anger and confusion worried her. There was only so far she should push him. She did not want to reach that limit with him. ”I talk in truths. It does not belong to your master.” She sighed. Confusing the hound would do no good to either of them. He would get angry and lash out. That she could see. She had chosen a neutral stand point but the desolation in her mind forced her to speak up when she should stay quiet. “The humans are weak. The gods are meant to protect them. Instead, they are being destroyed.” 

[three-to-one]

   --------   "Master will take his wants." It was a simple statement, one he knew to be true. There was one word in all of that he understood better than the rest, but it only served to fluster him more. He couldn't understand why the gods would wish to protect such weak things -- he knew why things needed to be protected. It was in his nature to guard his Mistress, she was smaller, weaker than himself. But he was given orders to do this, which he followed with more than a blind loyalty. "Why do gods protect these things?"

[sanityavoidance]

Mania studied him for a moment. He was a very interesting creature. She hadn’t surrounded herself with many who didn’t choose to walk the earth as well, so he was a bit curious to her. “Quiche?” She tilted her own head, unintentionally mirroring his movements. “It’s like a weird… cheese, custard, meat… pie thing.” The more she thought about it, the more she decided that she really wasn’t a huge fan of quiche. “Beast kind?” That would explain a few things, though she still hadn’t quite figured him out. “What is your name?”

[three-to-one]

   --------   Her mocking of him was lost on the hound, but it did make him smile a little bit, it was easy to amuse him considering he was still rather simple minded like his beastly self. "Meat good. Like bloody meat. Not know what is custard." A wider smile now, one full of pride for what he was. "Yes, beast. Loyal hound. Most say dog. Mistress calls Cerberus." The thought of his name being used made the strangely innocent creature smile.

[three-to-one]

I am always hungry for more.

TROH Cerberus

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