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Intergalactic Innards - Page 19 - Da'rash - By Komodo - Overview
The Da'rash are a race with no home, and have wandered for longer than any of them can remember. Often seen as a cursed race, due to their constant poor luck and haunted past. The Da'rash resemble canines. They walk on four legs, got paws and claws, thick fur and two heads each, both with their own personality but with perfect synchronisation with the other.
The "space dogs" come in different breeds, though finding a pure-blooded Da'rash is near impossible due to their constant cross-breeding. While they are very beast-like in their appearance, they are still highly intelligent if simple minded. The Da'rash still prefer humble pleasures and activities before say a game of chess, even if they are capable of dominating in strategy games and puzzles.
Da'rash has wandered the stars as a moving species for many thousand years on their great ships, searching for Renwó, their home planet, which is rumoured to have vanished mysteriously shortly after a full evacuation.
Ever since, they ventured from solar system to solar system in search for perfectly green planet of endless fields and forests. However, their territorial instincts has had a major impact on more planets than what can be counted, for have they once visited a planet, they see it as theirs.

Unlike other races like humans that are determined on completely conquering other worlds for minerals and resources, the Da'rash happily share their worlds and even accept the reality of other races having been there and claimed it before them. If so, they settle for small claims that is not in the way for their neighbours.
Thus the Da'rash are one of the most common races to encounter almost anywhere in the known galaxy, and also has the most records and maps on scouted borders in the deep darkness. However, if they find a planet they like, they often leave small tribes of their own whom are tired of constantly moving and living on the ships. These tribes, however, have a tendency of easily going back to more savage ways. Breeding very easily and eagerly, the Da'rash often have problems raising their own youth and educate them all, to the point of them singling out the brutes from the brains early on.
The ones whom prove to be more clever, are set on intense studies to carry on the high-tech legacy of their forefathers, while the brutish ones spend their days in a more blissful ignorance of playing and sparring, until they reach teenage years and are put through military and disciplinary training to become guards or soldiers!

The reason as to how these double-headed dogs came to evolve so quickly so early on is a mystery lost in time, and there are as many theories as there are questions. But all Da'rash carry a remarkable talent for telekinesis. If both of their heads focus at the same time on the same thing, they are capable of lifting and moving said item freely. This is why the more clever are singled out for detailed training in this, until it is more easy for them while working in their laboratories or engine rooms.
The brute Da'rash never really bother to train in this, as their battle-garbs are specially designed to react and fire upon nerve-readings, using the heightened senses of these canines to their full potential.

Agile, fast, ferocious and standing anywhere between a mere foot to ten, these Cerberus-like hounds are no pets to be petted or put in cages... But the two of you have no choice right now. Sure, you would have loved some cold water from the sink, and to not hurt all over, but neither of you could let the bastard get away with it.
You are a Da'rashal, a battle hound unlike the Da'rashi whom designs your weapons. And the only reason you have NOT turned these two-legged pups into pulp is due to you lacking range firepower and damage-protecting gear. Even as you are pushed back into your cell, both of you growl to the guards and snap at their hands. Their fields protect them, but it brings you a smirking pleasure in seeing their frightened reactions and moving their hands away from you.
They are smart to be scared. For the Da'rash has no love for humans, whom enslaved a relative specie to your own for thousands of years, weakened them to the point of stupidity and obedience...
You both let out a tired growl and lay down to rest, licking your most sore spots after the electrical charges that was forced upon you. There is little you two have to speak about anymore, and your sibling respect for the other's hurt pride makes you both even more silent. Slowly, you both drift into a simultaneous sleep... dreaming of endless fields and a litter of puppies...
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