Post by Arcadus on Nov 2, 2021 22:54:29 GMT -5
Pacing around his palace, feet clapping against stone tiles of the halls, and the metal panels of his lab. He had brought this new hollow into his kennel, though they had already eaten most of the smaller and weaker spirits inside. Akando proved to be quite the ferocious beast. Devouring hollows, fullbringers, shinigami, anything left in his pantries that wasn't dried out and preserved had gone into feeding it. Looking down into the wood and felt shreds of the kennels, Akando paced, always hungry, though not nearly as much now. Hollows had an eternal hunger, but they could be sated, relatively. There were rumors of ways to ease the hunger, ones Arcadus himself had looked into, for his own reasons, but there was little progress.
"You aren't going to tame the beast by leaving it to rot in your dungeon Arcadus" Oren had leaned, arms and shoulders, along with his noisy head, out of his cage, bars seeming like rubber. "Oh, did you tame a wolf or something while you slogged through mud for the deepening coffers of a lord?" Arcadus, suddenly in the grey-black of his mindscape, whirled on the warrior. Huffing in frustration, he felt as if his fuse hand been cut down to an inch, ever since Oren had revealed to him how they were able to weaken their cages. "You are particularily testy today, my lord. I had no idea the moon was waxing, surely your lunacy has increased with it. Let me not trouble you with the paper wisdom of commoners"
The sing song sarcasm was so unexpected from Oren, who up till recently had been stern, stoic, and generally the kindest of the 3. Though Arcadus's attempt at appearing lordly in front of people like Kitai and Alastor may have irked the man-at-arms. "What do you mean, I've fed Akando, given him the run of the kennel, what more does a hound need?" Oren, actually resuming some of his stoic persona, though with a certian pride like that of a teacher readily dispensing an answer. "Hounds need to be let to run, both to grow in strength, but to test their instincts and skills. A hound that sits and eats is a hound that gets fat and does not know the danger or excitement of the hunt. You have to give it game to catch, to run down, and then, to eat."
Returning to meat space, the body standing over the railing looking down at the bony creature, glanced at that makeshift leash on the wall. Surely some improvements were in order. Taking it into his lab, Arcadus prepared his electrolysis baths and began forging out a spiked sheep dogs collar, the design being drawn out by oren through the bars of his cage. Interlocking steel segments, each hooking into the last, with spiked ends, each easily 2 inches long, flaring out. As Arcadus toiled at his anvil, forging near 20 segments, the chains were lowered into the electrolysis bath, which would soon coat the steel chains in the gold dust dumped into it.
Finishing the spikes, the smith took a strap of leather from a larger section of fullbringer hide, something he had been saving for a larger project. Looking down at it, he wondered why he had chosen it. That feeling, that sister flame to his ambition, his desire to rule, had flared again. He wanted to do something for Akando, give it something to comfort it, to ease it. It wasn't the normal desire for efficiency or efficacy in his underlings, it was a kinder, warmer feeling of one to another, it was a... gift.
Returning down, having fashioned the links into the padded segments of a collar, and retrieving the now golden chain from the pool, the acids bubbling against his iron skinned hand. Striding down the steps, having put on a more appropriate hunting attire, black jeans and his standard sleeveless bodyglove, he stood before the battered kennel door opening it with his foot, with 3 items in hand. A raw slab of meat, the chain, and collar. "Akando, I've made you a gift, and I think today.. We can go hunting. Somewhere with lots of food, I just need you to let me put this on you. "The words were not a demand, but an exchange, the collar for meat and hunting, simple as. The spikes go on the outside, to keep you safe."
"You aren't going to tame the beast by leaving it to rot in your dungeon Arcadus" Oren had leaned, arms and shoulders, along with his noisy head, out of his cage, bars seeming like rubber. "Oh, did you tame a wolf or something while you slogged through mud for the deepening coffers of a lord?" Arcadus, suddenly in the grey-black of his mindscape, whirled on the warrior. Huffing in frustration, he felt as if his fuse hand been cut down to an inch, ever since Oren had revealed to him how they were able to weaken their cages. "You are particularily testy today, my lord. I had no idea the moon was waxing, surely your lunacy has increased with it. Let me not trouble you with the paper wisdom of commoners"
The sing song sarcasm was so unexpected from Oren, who up till recently had been stern, stoic, and generally the kindest of the 3. Though Arcadus's attempt at appearing lordly in front of people like Kitai and Alastor may have irked the man-at-arms. "What do you mean, I've fed Akando, given him the run of the kennel, what more does a hound need?" Oren, actually resuming some of his stoic persona, though with a certian pride like that of a teacher readily dispensing an answer. "Hounds need to be let to run, both to grow in strength, but to test their instincts and skills. A hound that sits and eats is a hound that gets fat and does not know the danger or excitement of the hunt. You have to give it game to catch, to run down, and then, to eat."
Returning to meat space, the body standing over the railing looking down at the bony creature, glanced at that makeshift leash on the wall. Surely some improvements were in order. Taking it into his lab, Arcadus prepared his electrolysis baths and began forging out a spiked sheep dogs collar, the design being drawn out by oren through the bars of his cage. Interlocking steel segments, each hooking into the last, with spiked ends, each easily 2 inches long, flaring out. As Arcadus toiled at his anvil, forging near 20 segments, the chains were lowered into the electrolysis bath, which would soon coat the steel chains in the gold dust dumped into it.
Finishing the spikes, the smith took a strap of leather from a larger section of fullbringer hide, something he had been saving for a larger project. Looking down at it, he wondered why he had chosen it. That feeling, that sister flame to his ambition, his desire to rule, had flared again. He wanted to do something for Akando, give it something to comfort it, to ease it. It wasn't the normal desire for efficiency or efficacy in his underlings, it was a kinder, warmer feeling of one to another, it was a... gift.
Returning down, having fashioned the links into the padded segments of a collar, and retrieving the now golden chain from the pool, the acids bubbling against his iron skinned hand. Striding down the steps, having put on a more appropriate hunting attire, black jeans and his standard sleeveless bodyglove, he stood before the battered kennel door opening it with his foot, with 3 items in hand. A raw slab of meat, the chain, and collar. "Akando, I've made you a gift, and I think today.. We can go hunting. Somewhere with lots of food, I just need you to let me put this on you. "The words were not a demand, but an exchange, the collar for meat and hunting, simple as. The spikes go on the outside, to keep you safe."