Akan, as a hound, splits his time between several compounds. Unlike most hounds, he has been favored enough to gain the privilege of his own compound away from his Masters and the Main Compound for Hounds. The entire home is surrounded by dense forestry, and is secluded from the mass of society and the general population. Few know of it's location.
Upon entering the home, one would find an immediate access to the second floor via the Stairs. Of the entry and stairs is the Kitchen. Separate formt eh kitchen and stairs in it's own room is the Dining Room. There is also a secret room in the walls off the Living Room and Dining room which opens to reveal a Wine Room. In the back of the first floor, sits the Living Room. There is also a single bedroom with a Separate Bathroom.
Out back, there is a small Garden pathway with a small fountain that leads to the forest beyond.
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:39 pm
The Compound is the main holding cell for hounds. If a hound is deemed to rebellious, or is unclaimed by a master, or not of high esteem within the ranks of the Hound's society, they are housed in the Compound. There are several male hounds who prefer to have their females at the Main Compound with their pups as a course of training and easier access to the masters they serve readily. It is the equivalent of a Stable for those ready to do a Master's bidding.
Each of the Three, Main, Floors serve as dsignated sleeping places for the unclaimed hounds. It is not a luxury place of residence and conditions are rather poor. For beds, there are Pallets laid out across the floors of the three main floors for access of the unclaimed hounds that are staying until their next assignment.
There is also a Entry hall that is manned constantly by Hound guards to bring newer Masters to potential hounds for work, and also, to make sure that humans are kept out. There are deignated Meeting Places for masters to come and speak with hounds and those manning the compound,w ithout having to see the squallor of the floors.
The Top Floor of the compound is used for meetings and assemblies of the Hounds when it is necessary for them.
The basement is divided into two sections, and the only purpose served is the bathing and punishments of Hounds. There are various private rooms where punishments are enacted, but the most common used are the Normal showers where Hounds are attached to the wall, and hosed off of their impurities of the outside world, and the Chemical Showers Which are fashiond the same way, except that the hoses do not produce water, but rather a seru containing acid and other components that help to clear off magic residue. The basement floor is only intended for those who have Dis-served a Master or Mistress, or come of some great offense in the Compound.
There are also some outer Sleping Cells for those female hounds who have been granted permission to stay with their families. They each get a cell to share with their offspring, depending on the Compound Staff and the father of the children.
The moment they arrived at the compound, Akan felt the hair of the back of his neck bristle. They were outside the wards of course, but even the sight of the compound building, and the burnt sugar smell of magic and the scent of hounds and blood filled his nose and sent him on edge. He was not afraid to walk these halls. Quite the opposite, it was almost invigorating to walk these halls like a god and watch others cringe from him or look to him in admiration. He was one of the free. One of the high ranks that were often very few. He tugged his female forward, entering the wash of magic and saw the place change, looking even filthier than it did before. ”I suggest you stay quite close. I am not liable to what may happen to you otherwise.” He paused one more moment outside the doors, just for effect before pushing inside to the cacophony of noise. Howls, growls, screams of terror, whimpers and much more could be heard in various degrees from all parts of compound, as if the walls themselves could not help but replay every noise that had ever happened within the space. Akan nodded as two guards nodded and bowed their heads towards him. He gave a brief wave and headed for a stairwell, leading both himself and his female down towards the basement where the secluded rooms for punishment were. Here, he would most likely find exactly who he was looking for and the place he needed to teach his female a lesson. She would learn soon enough.
The moment they reached the bottom floor, the burned sugar scent of residual manage became almost unbearable as it was mixed with chemical scent and other unpleasureable smells. He steadied his grip on the leash, letting it drop to his side comfortably. He wouldn’t need it down here. There was no place she could go that would let her out of this building. She could run, and attempt to hide, but she would always be found. Looking at his female, Akan smirked. Maybe here she would show fear. Akan moved forward, a grin on his face, before turning back to look at his female with much amusement. ”Welcome to the compound. There is no way for your escape, the wards will prevent you. Should you try to attack myself or a hound, there are warlocks to stop you. I suggest you do not anger a Master here, for you will regret your choices, and I will not have any power or desire to save you from their discipline. This will be the first of your punishment. May you learn from it. Follow, and do not try anything. You won’t succeed.” perhaps he shouldn’t have warned her. It would only amuse him to see her attempts fail. He moved closer, hearing screams and whimpers coming from the showers. Most were feminine. Some females must have come back with less than desirable results. How wonderful. They would be fun to toy with while he waited for his own slave to finish with her punishment. It would be delightful to occupy himself with someone, even if they were broken, for the time being.
Walking further down the hall, a man with a bloodred robe emerged from one of the doors with a serene smile. Seeing Akan, the short man bowed, and opened his mouth, revealing a gentle smile of mirth. His eyes moved to size up the silver haired vampire with scrutiny, and a bit of malice lit in the eyes of the man. ”Pleasure as always to see you, Lord Akan. And who is your friend? Perhaps you have brought me a new tenant? I have quite a special room available if necessary. She might like it, given her vampiric nature. I assure, it’s quite warm.” The man gave a gleeful smile, looking as if he were simply discussing vegetable in a garden he were excited about, instead of rooms that were used to housed hounds for torture. Akan smirked, looking over to his female once more. He wondered when he would get some of that delicious fear from her again. Instead, Akan shrugged. ”Ah, Sir Merrick. I trust this room will be suitable. I would like her cleaned however. With discretion. She’s rather fiery. I insist she not be touched by other hounds, or any of the other men here. I’d like those nails filed down too. Blunt as possible, even if magic is a necessity. No food or water. Definitely no blood. Suspension would be good as well. Wouldn’t want her to feel comfortable here. It is punishment after all. And the room, bright as possible if you please. I think the darkness would give her too much comfort. I’ll be back for her in… say five days. I’ll take one of your charges in the meantime and ensure she has a proper reeducation on hound policies.” With a finish, Akan smiled at his female and stroked her cheek in a condescending fashion. ”Now little one, behave and we shall see how your attitude changes when I return for you. And then, maybe, we shall see about feeding you.” He patted her cheek and turned to a secondary room, opening the door as Merrick let him in and drug out a tattered loking blonde female whose eyes were wide with fear and runny from tears. ”Goodbye Princess. I’ll see you soon.”
After he left, Merrick took over, eyeing the vampire with scrutiny and disgust. His face, after showing the initial disgust changed back to his serene smile as he led her towards the showers where he would move to attach her to the posts like a hound and clean her, making sure to magically blunt her nails as instructed by Akan. Once she was done, he used his own magic of crackling green flames to move her once more down the hall to a small room, and chain her in place from the ceiling. Despite her struggle she was brilliant, such a fiery creature. A tad jealous, he did as he was told, suspending her from the brightly lit room, filled with light as bright and hot as the sun. Before leaving, a smirk crossed his face. ”I knew a vampire like you once. She abhorred fire. Perhaps it will be the same for you?” He smirked and lined the door with red flames, adding them to the glass so they would burn with heat and intensity, but cause no harm to skin, though she would feel it once they built, if they touched her skin. He gave a simple waved and promised to check on her soon. He wondered if Akan would be pleased when he returned to find his slave. Merrick knew he, himself would be pleased no matter the turnout.
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Again, hope it;s not too moddy. I can edit if necessary, but I left it wide open with just a few parameters so you can do whatever you want. But if it's too much, I'll change it. I was feeling especially sadistic with Akan tonight D;
