In the beginning, Gaia scorched the land with her claws. Harsh mountains and terrains, wars, and the shedding of adrenaline scattered across the realm, making it unsafe and a land for warriors, but not wanderers. From this land rose the Spartans: a pack of war-bounded canines descended from the hound Karnion, well known for being the harbinger of Ares himself. Legends have it that Ares grew tired of the mortals' boring wars and grievances on the earth and had Karnion forged to his liking, to make them more interesting. When the rest of the gods fell into silence, Karnion jumped down from Olympus to the mortal realm, causing the earth to shake and a valley of ruins to appear, now taken to be the residence of the Spartans.
Ares shaped him out of withering bones and hot stone, breathed smoke into his lungs, and poured his fury into his heart. His coat, pitch black with fire blazing from wherever he stepped paw, and his eyes blazed with pride. When Karnion was unleashed into the mortal realm, he had a howl that cracked the skies and made volcanoes erupt. He was not unleashed as a beast, but as a warning if the humans couldn't do better in entertaining the god of war himself (what was this guy thinking).
Karnion drew blood from his own body and let the droplets fall onto the earth, giving life to his very own sculptures of canines.
His perfect followers.