Hound
The room was sparse by design. A cool concrete room with enough added to display status, but not so much to dare at taste. Sitting in a sleek black swivel chair, feet rested atop a footstool, The Hound sat with his eyes closed. Elbow propped against the arm rest, supporting his head at the temple, even in his deep concentration the faintest line of his practised smile was etched on his face. The heat of the outside found no place here; the ice water sitting on the small table next to him sweating only slightly. A light humming of an old fashioned tune emanated from the man. If you were one to know The Hound, you would know this meant he was in what could constitute as "a good mood".
Sprouting unnaturally from the floor was a pole of concrete, rising to meet Elias' free hand. The connection to the earthen material established, it was enough allow him to use his gift, and do what he always did at this time (and many times throughout the day).
He was taking the dogs for a walk.
Around the grounds of his domain, trotted a small pack of his golems. Each off on their own, given the simple command to trace a path in a circle, as wide as his reach would allow. Considering this was a place, golem type and material he was quite familiar with, that meant quite a massive swathe of land. Creatures of almost wolf-like shape plodded along in concentric circles, like planets orbiting the star known as the warden of this cosmic camp. He sat at it's center, and it revolved around him.
He could not actually see through all his dogs at once; in fact he wasn't even directly controlling any of them at one time. The concentration and information processing necessary was massive. His mind was somewhat capable of course, but there wasn't any need to push himself at this moment. Nearly none of the prisoners in his camp could know that when his dogs stopped at stared (as they were programmed to do) it wasn't actually him looking at them. For him, them thinking that was the truth was enough.
He would switch his control every so often, like a watchgaurd flipping through camera views, to get a general lay of the land, and see if any people of interest were up to no good.
In this camp he had a list of people who he kept particular tabs on. Either they were dangerous, or they had a history. Often both. On this sun soaked day, he spotted a congregation as he flipped to a new hound.
You would think the fire starter would be especially avoided on a day like this; but like moths there they were.
One of his old pupils was there. Lavina. She had a creed and a volatile gift. That marked her as dangerous through and through. The Hound wouldn't describe his feelings towards he as particularly strong, but she had his special attention. This of course was not considered "a good thing".
His current ward Olivia (The Hound never called her Blitz) was there too. Doing her sneering and jeering. Despite having eyes in many places, he too found it impossible to keep proper tabs on her. He was quite unsure about her role here; he felt as though she was some sort of prisoner as well. Of course that was silly, considering no walls could hold her. Less her boss and more her handler, The Hound was just as wary towards her as he was his prisoners. However she at least would be useful. At times.
The hound he was controlling was seated some ways off. Nearly blending in with the sun craggled ground and dust, it's glowing eyes nearly lost in the light. It had it's legs crossed in front of it, and it's head low. Why Elias mimicked dogs so directly in his actions he wasn't sure; perhaps it's just easier to copy directly rather than think of each motion too hard. It's head perked up at the sound of another voice joining the conversation.
Maya Torres, the strong woman. This one he especially watched out for. Judging by her appearance she was exercising despite the heat. While that garnered some flicker of respect from The Hound it was respect for an adversary. One doesn't maintain their physical form like that to sit down and be an easy captive. Her history meant she too had a particular bone to pick with Hunters.
From what he could hear of the conversation Elias had no reason to suspect any particular collusion or organization between this crowd. But the fact they felt comfortable to gather like this was enough of a problem for him. The light left his golem's eyes as his opened, and reached for a small device on the table next to him. He sorted through the numbers of each prisoner at the gathering, and sent out a low level shock to them each. A level of pain they could shrug off, but enough to let them know he was watching.
Always watching.
Poleski79,
pollo,
Vampiretwilight,
Ace of flames01,
Guardian Angel Haruki,
Lewascan2,
4323O2,
Troubleshoot,
Little Bill,
LuckyBlackCat