Race : Atistaur
Appearance : They have the lower body of a female Olwynn, with the upper torso of an eagle. Wings have replaced the use of arms and hands.
Height : 4' tall
Weight : 160 lbs

Description :
The Atistaur are the most respected form of the half breeds. They are bred with the mentally psionic Olwynn. They have the appearance of a female Olwynn from their lower abdomen with their upper body being that of a rather regal looking eagle. Their hands and arms have been replaced with the feathers and wings of an eagle giving them flight capability. Even though they are a have breed, they have an intelligence far beyond even some of the lower caste demons that they are above.

They are different then the other half breeds and demons alike, they groom themselves. They pride in being clean and elegant, which is from their Olwynn blood that courses through their veins. This has caused many demons to grumble about it not being right, but when they remember where the Atistaur have been placed in the pecking order, they quickly silence their dissent lest they be overheard and thrown to the sacrifice pits.

Distinguishing Traits :
Other than being able to fly, the biggest trait that they received from their Olwynn parentage is their mental capacity. They are far more intelligent than a majority of the Fel'Krethsh and even most of the Ba'craht. They also received their greatest gift of all, their most prized ability, the power over psionics. With the coupling with the female Olwynn the trait natural to their race transferred in their blood. Because of this rare ability among the demon kind and their intelligence, they are the only half breed to be elevated to that of the Da'Sregt, the nobles. Because of this, the nobles are the only demons allowed to mate and couple with the Olwynn, to better the breed.

Personality :
Due to their special treatment, the Atistaur have an arrogance about them that defines the usual demon. They see themselves as being superior to any of the lesser demons, and a few of the other Da'Sregt as well. And why shouldn't they? They have the control over the mind, something only a handful of the nobles carry, and even then it seems more of a random ability than breeding. Their contempt for everything but what they see as being important as got them into a few problems with the ruling demon nobles, but even then they are dealt with lightly as they are a rare breed and they are important to any armies command.

They are used as commanding advisors on the fields of battle to generals and lords alike. Their ability to weed out weaknesses and use a number of abilities that can shock to decimate ranks of the enemy is priceless to have. One irritant that the commanders find infuriating is they will not target one of their own with their powers. No Atistaur has been known to harm directly or indirectly one of their own half breed kin. While noble as it may seem, countless generals have wished they could remove an enemies Atistaur to aid in their own campaign, but they will not have it. The use of the Hundtaur comes in rather handy in a situation such as this. Considering they can mask their thoughts, a perfect assassin for one such as these.

Relations :
The Atistaur are very social among themselves, the will often be found sitting in tight groups grooming each other in a communal form of gathering. They will usually gather together once a day regardless of the days events. This bonding is partial to their mental state and is often thought of as a singular mind when they are in this communal gathering. Thought more so by the fact that then have never been overheard speaking to each other, only stare.

Religion :
They do not seem to be very religious of the God King, or any other God for that matter. They view themselves as a hive minded mentality and while they do not worship, they do have a reverence for such a state of mind. Possibly thinking they are superior to other demons and can elevate themselves to a higher position is highly likely. Much is the way of the demon kind, thoughts of them thinking they are even superior than the God King is always whispered as well. If this is true, a devastating day it would be should the entire group of Atistaur unit against the other demons and snatch away power and control. As rare as they are, it is possible and well thought about.

Race : Centaur
Appearance : They have the lower body of horse or large feline with the upper body is that of a male or female humanoid with grotesque caricature for a face.
Height : 7’ tall at shoulder
Weight : 800 lbs

Description:
The Centaur breeds of the half breeds are a unique creature among the demons. They have the lower body of either a horse or deer, or a number of large feline animals such as panthers, lions, and the like. Their upper body is that of a male or female humanoid with grotesque caricature for a face. Sometimes they will have only a single eye or three or four. Their mouths are open is vicious snarls with jagged teeth. The feline versions are usually more intelligent and therefore are the commanders of their cavalry units. They will wear armor, but it is more barding than actual armor and is in pieces so not to be bulky.

Unlike their other half breed cousins, the Centaur can inter breed themselves. They are an entire half bred culture that is now used by their demon masters as cavalry troops. Because of their ability to interbred, unlike the other half breeds they are treated with a small sense of respect. Not that being one of the Fel’Krethsh brings much of a respect but they are treated with a fair number of honors being placed in their own units under the command of one of their own.

Distinguishing Traits:
Other than being able to breed, their best trait is their form. They are great units for cavalry as they can attack well in mass and literally sweep over their enemies in a horde that is fast and mobile. Their commanders, and some of their special units, have the more agile bodies of the panthers and other felines. They use their speed to their advantage and make decent murder units as they speed through the enemy ranks killing a single target and speed out in the cloak of darkness. They are swift and disciplined, even for demons.

The oddity about these half breed demons beyond their breeding habits, are their constant struggle for superior battle tactics. Where most demons simple use rage and numbers to over power their enemies, the Cohorts of the Dark Moon units struggle for unity and superiority. When they are not on the battlefield they train their calvary units to perfection. They have even been known to pull slaves from their pits to use as fodder for practice.

Personality:
They are vicious and loving of war and battle. They have few family values other than mating, which they do regularly. They respect their masters only for their strength, however when one shows weakness they show contempt and disrespect without fear. On the battlefield, if a master commands them and shows weakness they will usually pounce on them in the instance and tear them to pieces. The Da’Sregt of the noble class does not usually respond to this as their life is survival of the strongest and showing weakness to a slave deserves death.

They are a growing force among the demon race that has caused questions to be raised among the nobles. Should they continue to breed the fear is they will outnumber the nobles. This isn’t a fear that is sound however as the Centaur have no desire to rule, just to war.

Relations:
Centaurs are extremely social in their own groups. They usually stay within groups of twenty, which is seen as a family clutch. Because they are the only half breeds who can produce offspring, they treat each other more warmly and openly then any other demon kind. They respect their masters only if they show and exhibit strength and superiority. They can not abide weakness in any form and are extremely hungry for the thrill of battle. They are a somewhat honor bound sub race of demons in their own right. But this honor is only limited to their own kind and those who they think are their betters.

They are very hard on their offspring to the point where a percentage do not survive their first few years. They stress discipline and perfection, a light in the see of darkness that are the demon kind. From their first breath they fight for their right to be among the Dark Moon units. The best, and really only, calvary units the demons have.

Religion:
Centaurs are not very religious in the sense of worshiping the God King. They do however, worship an ideal of battle. When near or at the sacrifice pits their voice crys out to the God King as much as the others, but that is just a name they give to an ideal. Having been to the world of men, they know of others who have power. They have heard of the fall of their God King at the hands of mortals and Gods and feel shame to be a part of that. To be part of a religion that worships a fallen God. Or so they think. Caedmon, who fell in the War of the Gods on Hewdamia, was in fact the demon God King, come to the world to open the Gates of Forlorn and unleash a plague of demons on the world. But he failed and the Centaurs know this, even if the others do not.

Because of this they worship an ideal that can not be destroyed, that can not be killed. The ideal of battle, of war, and of death. They understand that no matter how many Gods die and are born, as long as there is breath in two men of opposite opinions, there will be war. For that they worship.

Race : Ebertaur
Appearance : They have the appearance of a male Derevo with the neck and head of that of a large wild boar.
Height : 6’
Weight : 250 lbs

Description :
The Ebertaur are seen as an insanity among the Derevo races. They are the demon half breed of their race and a dark spot on their mentality. They have the appearance of a male Derevo with the neck and head of that of a large wild boar. Dark greasy hair matt their face and shoulders with yellow rotted tusks protruding from their mouth. Their small red eyes show little intelligence and the smell that exudes from them is sickening, smelling like rotting food and mold.

Distinguishing Traits :
The Ebertaur are another of the shock troops of the demon armies. The main difference between them and the other troops is they have an affinity for certain environments the others do not. The demon worlds are rumored to be lifeless husks of ash left behind the demon armies in the wake of their conquest to destroy and conquer all. The Ebertaur have gained some incite into the realm of Hewdamia and its wonders due to the Derevo blood that trickles in their veins. They are great trackers and have an unnerving comfort while in the wilderness. They are the few demon races who prefer ranged weapons to close quarters weapons, seeing mobility as a key feature in staying alive to fight another day.

It is partially because of this bond that they have that their masters do not trust them without escort. Where they go, a true demon follows. The type of demon varies depending on the orders issued, but it is usually one that is strong enough to dispatch them quickly should any question arise about their allegiance.

Personality :
They are probably the most stable minded of the Fel’Krethsh. If not for their frail stature they probably would have made it to a higher station, but due to this fact they have been placed in the slave caste and are seen as nothing more than property. They do have a clan based mentality among their own breed however and keep a rigorous chain of command among themselves. While they view their masters as being nearly Godlike however they have a contempt toward them due to being treated like nothing more than a tool and forgotten when not needed.

Relations :
Where most demons fight for power and position, the Ebertaur do not. Possibly because of their half blood, they see their station as a way of existance that should not be questioned. their God King placed them here and here they will stay.

Part of this philosophy has etched its way into their minds for so long that they feel they are here only as a layover to another and better place. Their God King is testing them and for that they take what they have at face value. The others of their kind they see with the same light as they see themselves. Perhaps all of this is just the next step in their placement among the ranks, and if so then they must be religious in their station and duty to their masters. The next step is only one away from the duty of master itself.

Religion :
The Ebertaur worship their God King ferverently. They view him as the reason for all exsistance. Their battle chants are al lto him and his glory, and the glory of their masters of course, but the focus is on their God King.

They are not allowed into the prayer pits as the true demons are so they have created their own form of worship in their clutches. While not as frenzied as their battle chants, their prayers to their God King is non-the-less loud and electric. Dancing is a rarity among the demons, however the Ziegtaur have taken this to an extreme that is no doubt due to their Derevo blood. They dance and cry out to their God King nightly with no sacrifices other than their desire to appease. This is one of the few beautiful things that will ever be witnessed when dealing with demons of any kind.

Race : Harrotaur
Appearance : They have the body of a large asp, and the torso and head of a female. Her hair is covered in wavy locks that look like snakes.
Height : 6’ tall, 13’ from tail to head.
Weight : 325 lbs

Description :
The Harrotaur are a very feared breed of demon. They take the worst aspects of the chaotic race and cross it with a very unknown mortal race to get a fearful site to see on any battlefield. The body of a Harrotaur is that of a large asp, thick and smooth, its scales glint off torch light with an almost mesmerizing quality. Their upper body is that of a very attractive female, human in nature; which is odd considering they are bred from the lizard race, the Sslassti. Their skin has a dark hue to it, with green and black being a combined dominant shade. Their hair is tantalizing and moves about on its own accord, with sharp and sinewy movements similar to that of mesmerized snakes.

Despite all of that, nothing can take away from the beauty of their eyes. The crystal green eyes shine even in the dark. It lights the way to warmth and comfort, offering up love and emotion far beyond what any mortal could ever achieve. It pulls in those viewing her into her warm arms and removes their fears and worries. Her eyes speak a thousand languages, they tell an infinite stories and tales. They seduce with a mere glance, they comfort with a passing look. It is this very thing that makes her so dangerous.

Distinguishing Traits :
The eyes of the Harrotaur are hypnotic to look on. With the glint of light always shining from their scaly body, and her hair always twisting and twirling, it relaxes those viewing her within moments. It is then she strikes with her fangs and talons, injecting a nearly instant death on her victims. Those looking at her stand ridged and still, almost as if turned to stone. Unable to move, they are a child to any predator in her hands. She is vicious and uncaring. Her motives are to kill and feed.

When she is looked on by any mortal, her aura about her takes over and begins its work. The Harrotaur has no control of her ability over mortals to woo them. It is a double bladed sword however as by comforting them it sets them up for their own death. Only the strongest of Wills has the ability to ward off the charms of the demon snake, and even then they can only do it for so long as they can not withstand her machinations for long. Once fallen under the hypnotic enchantment of the Harrotaur, they are weak to her whim. Only when she attacks with her fangs to inject her poisons do the mortal realize they are nothing but a victim to the demon spawn.

The poison is near fatal within minutes and kills the hearts ability to pump the mortals’ lifes blood. They die in an agonizing throe of pain not only from the poison the courses through their veins, but by this time the Harrotaur usually begins to feast on their meal before it begins to cool in death.

Personality :
Harrotaur are very arrogant among their breeding. Like their fellow half breeds the Minotaurs, and the Atistaur, the Harrotaur have been elevated to a position above the other half breeds. They are also placed above some of the minor Ba’craht as they have desired abilities on the battlefield. This arrogance has led to many of them being sacrificed to their God King, but the majority is placed where they want to be, for now.

Together, they fight constantly for position and authority over each other. Just like the true blooded demons of their parentage, they fight hard to gain a position of power. Blood letting never stops, even when war is not present, they constantly seek a way to dethrone their fellow Harrotaur for recognition.

Relations :
They have few, if any dealings with the other demon races other than their own. Because of their promotion of Ba’craht they were given a position of command over infantry units in times of war. This command of Tribunus is powerful for a half breed in that they can order other demons around during times of battle, but few other times. To do so would be crossing a line of strength, which they have few enough forces of their own breed to battle the entire demon nobility.

Religion :
They are religious but not in the manner most of the other demons are. While they do worship their God King, and do so reverently, they also silently worship another god. A Goddess of Hewdamia to be exact. If the Da’Sregt found this little bit of information they would no doubt slaughter them all and forbid breeding with the mortal Sslassti. They silently worship Sceleris, the trickster and Goddess of vengeance. They pray to her for their abilities and cry her name in seclusion lest they be found out. Unlike the other half breeds, they are allowed to the prayer pits to feast on the weak and culled. This they enjoy with much fervor.

Race : Hundtaur
Appearance : The body of a male Lemiean, the head of a jackal.
Height : 7’ tall
Weight : 250 lbs

Description :
Standing 7’ tall, they are lean and spry. They have the dark skin and male body of their mortal blood, the Lemieans. Their head and neck are that of a jackal, black as their skin, with smooth silken fur. Their eyes gleam in the darkness that they so love. They are masters of stealth among their kind and intelligent beyond most Fel’Krethsh.

Distinguishing Traits :
The Hundtaur are silent and quiet, assassins among the chaotic demons. They can not speak, or simply choose not to, but no demon has heard the voice of a single Hundtaur. Even in death or torture, no a cry escapes their maw. Because of their speed and agility they are used as advance scouts to great efficiency. Because of this they use a form of sign language that their masters have picked up on. While limited it is useful for battle and enemy troop movements. They have no problems understanding commands, but responding has never been an option. Or at least an option their willing to use.

The are silent hunters and renowned scouts, being the greatest tool a demon army uses yet at the same time the greatest threat. They are deathly patient and willing to sit for days to gather the smallest choice of information regarding their enemy. A few have been placed in higher positions and used as assassins in the demon ranks for their ability to strike unknown and disappear just as fast.

They are good at masking their thoughts, even from their masters. This has caused many instances of rage and punishment but has continued to go on throughout the centuries of their existence. It has been determined that it is a natural talent and one that they are unaware they are doing. They watch death and murder with a silent steel gaze.

Personality :
They prefer to be alone, especially on the battle field. Occasionally a small group will begin to work together during battles and form a working bond, but otherwise they are loners and choose to be as such. They revel in the hunt, stalking their prey feeling the fear soak into them as mist from a fall. They enjoy the challenge of the hunt and stalking their prize, whether it is information or blood. Both are the same and they go to both with a steel determination that few can waiver.

Relations :
The are isolationalist by nature, liking the company of few other Hundtaur, much less another demon. They follow orders with accuracy and ease, knowing to fail is normally to die. They know their place and the place of others. The strive for nothing beyond the thrill of the silence.

Religion :
They silently pray to the God King, showing deference and respect. If they pray to another God, no one but them would know of it. They have no real emotion toward the God King, which makes them more of a worry for their masters as they are not sure where their religion lies. Being one of the half breeds always brings upo questions of loyalty among the chaotic demons, yet when one does not talk it poses a problem.

Race : Minotaur
Caste : Ba’craht
Appearance : They have the appearance of a human male with the neck and head of a bull.
Height : 8’™
Weight : 350 lbs

The Minotaur is of the Ba’craht class of the demons. Being of the middle class gives them quite a few benefits over the other lesser Taur. They have been elevated to a higher station due to their intelligence being far superior to the slave class.

Description :
They have the appearance of a human male with the neck and head of a bull. A set of horns sit atop their head and curve inward toward their snout. Their small yellow eyes speak of pain and intelligence far beyond what a typical animal would have. They usually cover themselves in tattoos and piercing, but will never pierce their nose. These tattoos and piercing are meaningful to the Minotaur station among themselves only. They tell the tale of each Minotaur path on the field of battle, and of their station in the demon ranks. They have little hair below their head and cloven hooves in place of normal legs and feet.

Distinguishing Traits :
They have been elevated to a command role in the demon armies, usually a captain or lieutenant, a few have raised to that of a general. They usually have a distinguished noticed about them that are not normal even for the intelligent Minotaur. While they have a tougher skin than most creatures, they still wear basic armor in battle. They prefer the use of chains and scale type armors and are opposed to plate or leather as plate is too restrictive, and leather reminds them to much of their own hide. They prefer bladed weapons overall and have been known to like bladed pole arms.

Personality :
They are extremely vengeful and always in a rage that only their masters can quell. They have a bloodlust similar to a rabid wolf and will stop at nothing to feed on flesh of others. While not having a pack mentality, they will jump at the smell of blood and battle. Their skin prickles and the hair on their neck rises with anticipation.

They have personal gratification on blood-letting and are addicted to the euphoria and thrill of killing. When killing a seasoned or knowledged opponent they take great pains to follow a strict code. When fighting a commander or known warrior of the opposing army, they will salute them giving them honors and warrior respect. When they venquish them, they will gut them and eat their heart. They say this lets the soul rest so they will not be haunted later by the ghost of their kills.

Relations :
Among their own ranks they have a pecking order of sorts. While they are in full obedience of their masters, they take great pains to see that others of their kind know their own station. The oldest and strongest has full authority over the others of their kind. This has been in place since the beginning of their birth. The next in line for authority are the ones placed into command positions by their masters. Which is at first difficult to understand why the leaders would be placed second in command, but among the demon-kind the strongest and wisest always rule.

When not in battle, they will constantly find ways to improve their skills and honor among their own kind. They care little what their masters view them as, since they are no more than fodder to them. They gather together in times of non-warring, as their is no peace in their world, and commit to weaponless combat to gain in skill and stature among their own ranks. There are seldom any deaths and the winners are seen in a respected light.

They view their commanders with mixed thoughts. They see them as brethren and skilled, but also hold contempt for them as they were placed their by their masters and not by their own design.

Religion :
They are not a religious breed and the prayers to their Demon God King never pass their lips, even in battle. They do pray to their weapons however, seeing them as an extension of reality that can change fate like the roll of the dice. They will create prayers and songs about their weapons that they sing in battle striking fear in the hearts and souls of their enemies. Each song is about a battle they survived and their Weapon God saw them through it.

Race : Orstaur
Appearance : They have the lower body of a male Keirn and the upper torso of a large grizzly bear.
Height : 12’ tall
Weight : 500 lbs

Description :
The Orstaur are a freakish creature to witness. They stand 12’ tall and tower over most of the other Fel’Krethsh. They have the lower body of a well muscled Keirn male, with strong legs and chiseled muscles. Their upper body is what gives them their frightful appearance. Their upper body is that of a huge brown grizzly bear. Arms, shoulders, and head are all covered in thick oily fur. Their small black eyes show feral intelligence that only their masters can quell. They paws are larger than most mortals heads and can crush small stones with a single swat.

Distinguishing Traits :
Their main traits are they are nothing more than a shock troop. They have no fear, no morals, and do not question their masters. They are told to kill and they do so willingly and as swift and brutal as possible. Their huge size belies their speed and agility. They are fast and swift, able to run down a fast running horse with ease. Their strength is unmatched as they have been known to tear a horse in two with a single slap of their claws.

Personality :
They are a penned dog no more. They are kept in tight quarters to keep their edge about them and fed the meat of those fallen on the field. They are never given live meat as it rips them into a near uncontrollable frenzy when confined. They get all the feeding they could desire when in battle. Which even when they are not on the battlefield, their masters pit them against each other for sport and to cull their rage.

They are kept in pens of ten to twenty, but on the battle field they are unleashed in a horde of a hundred strong or more. A swath of muscled rage bent on destroying everything in their path and eating what gets within range of their maw.

Relations :
They have no contact with anyone outside of their breed unless they are on the field of battle. They are kept in their close confine for their safety and that of the other demons foolish enough to take a half breed for granted. They are given a wide berth and usually sent into battle first as a shock troop to weaken the resolve of their enemies. When fighting other demon armies; watching the display of two hordes of Orstaur battling is usually enough to settle a dispute between two generals, for a day at least.

Religion :
They have no religion other than the rage. They have no real speech and therefore are unable to actually pray. However they have some sort of respect for those of great battle prowess so it seems while they are not intelligent they are aware of what happens around them and are respectful to their masters.

This is a compilation of the races of Hewdamia. Each is unique in their own way with certain strengths and weaknesses.

Currently it is a list of only playable races in the system but may expand to add the intelligent races.

History of the Races
Life did not begin on Hewdamia for any of the races that thrive here today. They were spirits lost and without a home, brought to this place by a strange and calculating God. Kasal, the God of the Spirit World and of the Life beyond. It is not known from where he brought these souls from, but the fact that they were orphans in the ocean of the void is apparent.

When he came to Hewdamia only a few Gods were here, he sent his spiritual package down to the lands below hoping for them to find a purpose. With the help of the other Gods, they did. Kameakias, one of the three old Gods saw these roaming spirits, and in their agony he felt pity. He cast aside their spiritual shell and gave them flesh and blood. Guxti also seeing the wandering souls, chose a select few and gave them flesh in her image.

With the return to flesh, the fleshlings below scurried about in pointless lives until they matured and grew. They learned to pray to the Gods for advice and favors, in return undying worship. They learned to war from Caedmon the lost God, and in return cried their victories to the Gods above. Thankful they were there to show them the path. They then learned to use magic from Shehrevar and chanted his name for their advances.

Eons past their original rebirth, the Gods warred above and the mortals below knew. They raised their crys to their protectors above and sent their knowledge of magic above to protect that which they held dear.

Darkness would fall by the end of this battle. When the light shone again, magic did not answer their call. Some of their patron Gods did not send advice or grant favors any longer. Where they had been before a great void filled the hearts and souls of those mortals who worshiped them.

Today things have changed again, the wheel always turning. Magic has returned but altered and changed. They Gods are answering the calls of the mortals below, but not in the same fashion as before. The mortals are having to strive to life and survive. For the darkness is coming.

Race : Ziegtaur
Appearance : They are a cross breed between the Gison and a big horned ram, those usually found in the mountains.
Height : 6’ tall
Weight : 300 lbs

Description :
The Ziegtaur are an oddity even for the demon half breeds. They are a cross breed between the Gison and a big horned ram, those usually found in the mountains. Their skin is hard and rough, similar to their Gison half, looking stone like and ridged. Their head is that of a ram with large curled horns, dark hair matting their head, neck and upper torso. Their legs end in back swept legs similar to that of a ram with cloven hooves instead of feet. Their upper body is very muscular and defined, but their legs are short and stocky, giving them a squat look. When in a relaxed state, as much as they can be, they almost seem to be sitting even while standing. Their upper body is covered with matted hair that will get shaggy if not trimmed, which few do on a regular basis.

Distinguishing Traits :
The Ziegtaur are a special unit in the demon armies. While not being very big, they are tough and determined. This is not the reason behind their desirability and their purpose. Because there are a half breed of demon and Gison, they have taken on some of the aspects of their stone like mothers. Nearly everyone of the Ziegtaur are magically talented, specifically in the field of earth magic. No other demon can boast such a talent.

Most of the Da’Sregt nobles have some innate abilities that are very magic like in substance, but they are all limited in their use. The Ziegtaur however, are not. They can learn and expand their magic with skill and practice. Even though they are of the Fel’Krethsh, they are treaded with better handling. They are still culled and kept in their place, lest they get rebellious, but they are treated with less ill and hatred.

Personality :
Their bloodlust is simple and usually they are forced into battle rituals by their commanders to get their rage up. This is similar to a tribal dance of screams and yells. They all gather together and cry out to their Gods that their masters win the day and that their deaths bring their masters closer to victory with each blood stained death. Once this frenzy is done, their eyes nearly glow with rage and they will stop at nothing to wade through the ranks of their enemies. The difficult side effect for their masters to deal with this induced rage is they no longer have reverence for their masters during their battle lust.

They are placed in units of ten to fifty under the command of their Minotaur kin, whom they respect almost as they do their masters. They see their commanders as a link to something greater, but never act on it. While often demon armies will fight against each other, the Ziegtaur will never harm the Minotaur commanders. They see them as surrogate brothers, as close to real kin as they have determined.

Relations :
Within their own ranks they keep a close knit on each other. They have no ranking structure, they just are. They do want to know where each and everyone are however. They are housed in groups of twenty, and while they have no names, they do know each other by sight and smell. They can pick out who belongs to what clutch, as they call it, just by smell alone. On the field of battle that is how they keep track of the group as a whole. They are ordered to follow a specific commander into battle and they all keep track of everyone following him. This makes it far less difficult to lose track of orders.

Religion :
They are in awe of their masters, viewing them nearly as Gods. The reasoning behind this is to them their powers seem infinite at times. They do pray to the Demon God King as do the others of their kind but they do so only because they are told. They have a personal belief to their kind that they were bred for war, even though they were more an accident than anything. They pray to their God King for skill and kills on the battlefield but nothing more complicated than their basic desire for pleasing their masters and killing on the battlefield seems to do that.