The Hunger Pack

The hounds of the Gluttons of the Abyss were never beasts born to the sea. They were once dogs taken aboard heretic raiding vessels — mastiffs, hunting hounds, and war-dogs fed on rotten meat and taught to tear apart mutineers, captives, and the dead. But the cursed tides of the Hellgate changed them. They drank from bilgewater mixed with blood, gnawed upon corpses swollen with corruption, and learned to hunger for more than flesh alone.

Now they roam the decks of damned ships as half-feral abominations, their bodies bloated by salt and rot. Their hides hang in wet folds, their jaws split too wide, and their teeth resemble broken hooks more than fangs. Barnacles cling to their ribs, worms nest in their gums, and in the darkness between waves their eyes gleam like lanterns beneath black water. They no longer bark like animals. Instead they make a choking, almost human sound, like drowned men trying to scream through flooded lungs.

When the Gluttons raid a shore or board an enemy ship, the hounds are always unleashed first. They leap through smoke and surf, dragging men into the tide, tearing through barricades, and chasing the wounded by scent alone. They are especially drawn to fear and corruption, able to pick out the guilty, the decadent, and the dying from among a crowd. Some captains claim the beasts can smell sin itself, and that their howls rise louder when they sense hidden guilt. Sailors whisper that the hounds are not merely animals but vessels for drowned souls, carrying fragments of the damned within their bloated frames.

Their bite is more than a wound. Flesh blackens, lungs fill with brine, and the victim begins to cough as though the sea itself has entered them. Those who survive are never whole again — they dream of tides pulling them under, of voices calling from beneath the waves. Some even begin to follow the Gluttons, compelled by the curse carried in the hounds’ saliva.

Among the Gluttons of the Abyss, the hounds are fed before the crew. Great troughs of blood, offal, and seawater are poured across the deck while the beasts fight and devour one another beneath the moon. Those too weak to survive are eaten by the rest. Those that remain become larger, crueler, and hungrier with every voyage. Their presence is both a weapon and a liturgy, a reminder that the Abyss itself rewards only those who consume without end. To hear their choking cries in the night is to know that the sea has claimed another voice for its choir of the drowned.

“They smell the wicked before we do.”

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The set – “The Hunger Pack x3”, designed by Wargames Crew

Total size from 25 to 32mm

Base size is 25mm

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