With Satoru beside him, the Warlord walked him into the Armada and down to the beach. He had been mostly silent since buying this warrior slave - other than to make a few standard introductions to the Armada as he led him through.

“As a slave in the Armada, you will find your duties to be a wide variety, filling in wherever you are needed. I intend for you to work your way up into the Warrior rank eventually, so see to it that you keep with your training” he advised the man as they hit the Armada beach and made their way down to the training rings. The sectioned off battle grounds were easily identifiable from the flexible rope that outlined them, and were stabilised into the Armada sand.

“Your first duty, and this is to be your priority for the next little while, is to whip one of my daughters into fighting shape. Support her, train her, encourage her. But, most importantly, get her to lose that weight, or i’ll be taking notches out of your hide for every kg that pushes her into obesity”


"Sirius Fatalis"

"speech" "Japanese" thoughts "others" The journey had been long, but Nao had developed calluses on his paws quite a while ago. The life of a captive in a cage didn't offer many opportunities for grooming of the intensity he'd been accustomed to in the palaces and bathhouses of the Iga territories. Lithe musculature rippled beneath silken tresses, trotting to keep up with the much larger Warlord's walking pace. He kept his mouth shut unless addressed directly, sea foam eyes drinking in the sights of the territories to which he'd been newly confined. He was somewhat surprised he had yet to be collared or marked, but they had only been here for a few scant minutes thus far- there was still plenty of time. The scent of the ocean filled his nostrils far before the familiar sound of waves lapping at sand met his auds, bringing him some small measure of comfort. He didn't remember much about his childhood home, but he did remember plenty of days spent fishing by the sea. Approaching the expansive sands of the beach, the shoreline was littered with roped off arenas and sturdily built combat dummies. It was only then that the Warlord began to speak in clipped tones that left no room for argument or question. “As a slave in the Armada, you will find your duties to be a wide variety, filling in wherever you are needed. I intend for you to work your way up into the Warrior rank eventually, so see to it that you keep with your training” the titan said without casting him more than a sidelong glance, and it had been a few hours back that Nao figured out that the man favoured directness, sincerity, and no flowery bullshit. However, the sunset dappled man couldn't help but furrow his brows and twitch his lips against the sneer that threatened to emerge. He'd heard this nonsense before- if you're a good boy and behave, you'll be rewarded, maybe you'll even earn your freedom. Look where it had gotten him, clapped in fresh new irons. He schooled his expression within a heartbeat, settling into something neutral as he nodded sharply in assent. The pause that followed was short, but brimmed with a tension that warned of an addition to the orders. “Your first duty, and this is to be your priority for the next little while, is to whip one of my daughters into fighting shape. Support her, train her, encourage her. But, most importantly, get her to lose that weight, or I’ll be taking notches out of your hide for every kg that pushes her into obesity” the Warlord bore a rather stern expression, no trace of taunting or jesting. While a thrill tripped up his spine at the outright threat of violence, such a refreshing shift from the irksome lying and deceit of past masters, he couldn't pay it much heed in the face of the Warlord's request. This was.. not something Nao was entirely familiar with. He'd spent his days as a puppet to nobility, and before that he had been a toy for them to use and abuse as they saw fit. He was certainly no teacher, nor was he especially skilled at providing genuine support for others. "I am to be both handmaiden and trainer, Warlord-sama?" he questioned, holding most of the wariness from tone. He wanted clarification, if only for his own sake. Overstepping on account of a misunderstanding would almost certainly get him killed by the titanic man before him. ;DOWN HERE YOU LIVE FOREVER;

They had paused before the training rings, and he turned to the colourful slave-boy. He had picked him because the Koi colours interested him. There was a chance he could be related to the other Koi wolves that had come to this land. If that was the case, he knew he couldn’t simply leave him to his fate behind bars. Even if he did have a bit of work before him before the man was ready to join his rank of warriors.

“If that is how you wish to see it, Satoru, then yes. Get her into shape” he snarled. Fierce, not because he thought Satoru needed it, but because the job he was giving him wasn’t likely to be an easy one. Let him remember that snarl on days where he might be inclined to give in.

After ensuring the wolf knew his seriousness, he raised his head and called for his daughter.


"Sirius Fatalis"

Though she loved him very dearly, there was no denying Ophie made a point of avoiding Sirius whenever she could get away with it. She knew he didn't approve of how low she'd sunken and that he might even have some choice words about it, but was it so wrong she wanted to protect herself? To hide from the hurt he could so easily inflict? Whether intentional or not. Her ears flicked back as guilt wracked at her insides, she already felt backed into a corner knowing that he was calling for only her but maybe this wasn't a bad thing. He didn't sound mad or anything and she wasn't in trouble as far as she could tell, there was only so much a howl could convey...

Sighing she heaved herself up onto her paws and did a poor job of shaking the dirt off her coat. There was always time to lay in puddles later, wasn't like they were going anywhere with weather like this. All grey and despondent, like it would start to rain again any moment now. Trundling along, Ophie made her way to the Plains and was quick to spot the looming figure of the Warlord. He was not alone, by his side stood a smaller wolf with a dark coat dappled with koi-like markings. Ophie was immediately reminded of Hanako and idly wondered if they were friends; if all koi-wolves were slim and dainty on their paws.

She trudged closer, hesitance slowing her steps. What was it they needed her for? "Um..hello."

"speech" "Japanese" thoughts "others" The cool mask fell away briefly to show a flicker of irritation on the Warlord's face when the titan turned on him, long fangs flashing in the afternoon light as he was fixed with piercing sapphire eyes. “If that is how you wish to see it, Satoru, then yes. Get her into shape” the snarl was a command, under no uncertain terms. He flinched away from the man's anger, mint eyes dropping to the ivory marked toes and auds tipping back towards his skull. Slim skull dropped low in submission, tail half tucking between thin thighs. Without further ado, the Warlord loosed a deep, sonorous call that shook through Nao's ribs and settled into his breastbone. He maintained his submissive posture, keen to keep the ire of the giant male from falling upon him any further. Dark paws shifted his weight subtly, adjusting his stance into something that highlighted his frailness and delicate bone structure. It would be a shame to hurt a new toy, especially one made of such fine china- it was his preferred method of deterring assault from new masters. There wasn't too much of a wait between the fading echoes of the Warlord's summons and the sound of heavy footfalls. Fluttering lashes lifted to take in the approaching wolf, and the source of the obsidian beast's concerns came into view. Now he understood why the imperative was so heavily emphasized. The girl couldn't have been more than a year old, but she had donned an unseemly amount of weight in her short life. Freckled cheeks twitched as his schooled his expression from a slight frown into something neutral, keen gaze trailing along her flanks and down her limbs. He had seen spoiled princesses before, far too old to lay claim to the excuses of clinging baby fat. The difference here was that he was now in charge of forcing the extra bulk off of the girl. She bore some beautiful turquoise feathering along her spine and over her eye- mirroring the Warlord's faux scarring. There was certainly potential hidden beneath the extra fat, so he knew what to work towards. He noted the wariness in her expression and stride, slowing to a cautious slink for the last few paces. "Um..hello." the girl said, tones betraying her anxiety. Tapered skull dropped low in a formal bow, one delicate forepaw lifting from the ground as he submitted to her status. He elected to keep his mouth shut, and locked his eyes upon her dove gray paws for now. He would allow his new master to take the lead, lend him some cues on where he stood in terms of addressing and interacting with the young princess. It would be critical to be seen and not heard for the first few days, and soak up his new circumstances before he made any serious moves. It was hard to say exactly what liberties he would be offered, and to what extent he could direct the princess in her training. ;DOWN HERE YOU LIVE FOREVER;

His new slave wilted under his stern tones, and Sirius knew the message had well and truly hit home. After calling for Ophelia, it wasn’t long before his daughter was waddling into view. She stopped a distance away, one which Sirius was quick to close. Trotting forward, he reached down and kissed one chubby cheek. “Hey, love” he said to his daughter. Before straightening, and looking back at the Koi wolf.

“Ophelia, this is Satoru. Satoru, this is Princess Ophelia Fatalis. My daughter, and a wolf you will treat with dignity and respect” Yes, poor, poor Satoru. Given to a Princess, both her slave and her trainer, it would be a very fine line he would be walking. “Ophelia, Satoru is going to work with you over the next little while, to offer you companionship, and support your training.”


"Sirius Fatalis"

The Warlord was quick to close the distance between them, brushing a soft kiss atop Ophie's forehead as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her tail wagged behind her in short but swift sweeps, a lot had changed but Ophie would always love her Father. Would always want him to not think poorly of her, even if the same could not be said for herself. She knew how this looked though, it was unseemly to have a Princess plodding around in such a state, something had to be done sooner rather than later. This was inevitable really, Ophie should have seen this coming.

She dipped her head in a cordial greeting, her tail wagging a few beats longer before it curled to rest between her legs. Her ears tipped forward as the Warlord spoke, his rumbling voice as commandeering as ever, going onto to insist that she was to be treated with the respect her heritage entailed. So far no one had really mistreated her, but it wasn't like Ophie would have said anything if they did. Maybe Sirius knew that, perhaps it was really obvious, crystal clear in the blue sheen of her eyes. She shifted a little, unsure what to make of it all. Sirius was framing this as a good thing, companionship and support really did sound nice in theory but something about it made her feel anxious. What if she messed up? What if there was no turning back, no matter how much others tried to help?

Even with all of her concerns Ophie sensed she couldn't really say no, Sirius was a hard man to deny. "Oh..thank you."

"speech" "Japanese" thoughts "others" Within mere moments of the girl appearing, the subtle shift in the Warlord's demeanour betrayed the love he held in his heart for his family. The edge in his posture lessened, and a small glimmer of warmth appeared in his brilliant sapphire eyes. The titanic brute was quick to close the distance between himself and his shy daughter, stooping to gently nuzzle and place a kiss against the round curve of her cheek. The servant cut his gaze away from the tender moment, feeling sudden shame in observing the short, private moment of greeting between a father and his daughter. He fixed his attention instead on a tuft of grass between his paws, waiting for the conversation to pick back up. “Ophelia, this is Satoru. Satoru, this is Princess Ophelia Fatalis. My daughter, and a wolf you will treat with dignity and respect” there was a hint of a threat in the low, rumbling cadence of his voice, which was not lost on the dappled male. He knew full well what would happen if he overstepped, and was quite keen to keep all of his skin attached. He dipped his head low, acknowledging the princess' new control over his movements and daily life. "Of course, Warlord-sama," he murmured contritely, keeping his gaze fixed on the man's ivory dipped toes. “Ophelia, Satoru is going to work with you over the next little while, to offer you companionship, and support your training.” this time the obsidian brute spoke to his daughter, it was evident in the softer tones of his voice. There was a moment of silence, where the shifting of weight rustled the grass. Sea foam eyes drifted towards the slate grey princess, slowly tracking from her dove hued paws and up her limbs until he was gazing through thick lashes at the hesitation that was plain upon her features. Tapered skull remained tipped down towards the ground, demure and proper as any slave ought to be. Readopting the old habits came with all the ease of shrugging on an old cloak, the subtle shifts of posture and stance settling into his bones and muscles with practiced ease over the months he'd spent captive. Finally, he could see the girl's lips twitch as she found the right words. "Oh..thank you." she said simply. Auds flat against his skull, dark banner half tucked between inky thighs, the man took a short step closer to the girl. "I am yours to command, Ophelia-chan. It is an honour to serve you." he purred gently. Back home, retribution for the diminutive suffix would have rained down swift and brutal, and he knew it. The waifish assassin was testing the boundaries, toeing the line to see how extensive their knowledge of his native tongue and customs might be. He would serve the princess readily, though he would take whatever liberties he could get away with, if only for his own continued amusement. ;DOWN HERE YOU LIVE FOREVER;