The Feral Ones

The oldest animal mutants sometimes speak of the Feral Ones, the holy ancestors. They could not speak like you do, only in animal sounds. Now many want to distance themselves from the old ways. Animals that speak clearly can make themselves understood, can gather others and get their way.


Most of those in power in the valley know how to express themselves well. Some have also begun writing, using strange doodles carved into rock or sketched in the sand down by the river. Those that master writing remember things better.


You are only beginning to comprehend the power these doodles hold. Perhaps this was how humans created their wondrous world.

“When I was young, tales were still told about the Feral Ones, our ancestors. They were animals like us, but walked on all fours. They could not speak, only howl, yelp and bark. Many were afraid of the Feral Ones, but still admired them. The Feral Ones were strong, they seemed to be able to survive anything. I don’t know why there are no Feral Ones in the valley anymore. Perhaps they were so angry they all killed each other. Or they live with the Watchers, deep down in their secret lair under the mountains.”

– Salming 07, Old Seer, Bagder Tribe