#arkons thoughts

[everyfandomever]

Being awake at 1 am never leads to good decisions

[singulos]

"Kiss me like you mean it!" //At this point, you already know who it's for LMAO

Arkon literally picks up Soldan with ease and runs his tongue across her lips.

[hazard-15]

Ria and Leta are just precious whenever I see them. I just needed to tell ya. :)

I have a question for the two.

Do they ever wish they could go back and change their decisions?

@milolov3nutella Aaaaa Ria and Leta are gonna get all flustered with being called precious 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 But let’s answer that question shall we?

Now, this was a bit of a toughie only cuz I can see both girls having that mindset of it’s in the past and there’s not much they could do to change it. BUT! I do think there would be some choices they would probably do differently if they had the chance.

For Leta, I think one of the biggest decisions she would go back and change would be not trying her hardest to stay in touch with her sister, Mercy, as much. Mercy left her with their abusive father and Leta held a lot of resentment towards her for it. It wasn’t until they had a talk about it when she was older that both sisters shared their regrets and Mercy telling Leta that she was so sorry for not being a better sister to Leta that the latter let go of some of that resentment. Hoping that now they could be better and repair their sisterhood but ofc, we know that Mercy died not too long afterwards. Leaving Leta with so much guilt.

Ria, I think, would want to change her decision of not leaving her abusive father sooner. She'd also regret not having the confidence to confide in her brother as much as she should have.

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

Arkon was once more returning to the cave, this time with a travel pack in his teeth. He had gotten it from some big game hunter who thought he was just some rare dragon. Needless to say, that hunter won't be hunting anytime soon. Or ever again. He stopped just outside it and set the pack down before he called out. "Jo? I have brought something that might interest you."

Jo would walk out of the cave, arms folded in his robe while he gave a tilt to his head. "Is that so? Well, the young master is napping right now... he uh... had a bit of an episode, so Beast and Skull are comforting him while he rests. I'm sure whatever you have will certainly lift his spirits a bit and help him recover a bit." The skeleton would look at the pack and grab his chin. "Ah, I see. Even just the pack would be more than enough, given all you have done for the young master. Thank you for this Arkon. If you wish I can wake him for a moment so he can thank you properly as well."

[livefromthedas]

Surviving Purely Out Of Spite

By ClickClickBoom

Chapter 5: A Murder of Crows in Minrathos

(Also located here on AAO3)

Summary:

A trip to Minrathos gets weird in a way that only an assassin and his accidental demon could manage.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Rook had been in for one culture shock after the next since Varric had taken her under his wing, although it wasn’t entirely fair to have called her “sheltered.” She’d grown up around plenty of people, after all - from various Dalish clans, to city elves looking for better lives, to the motley array of people that made up the Veil Jumpers. And as someone to whom misadventures seemed to find a natural gravitational pull, she was certainly no stranger to trouble. Her lack of exposure to big, bustling cities and the wide array of denizens they housed came down more to the fact that, born and raised among the autumn-hewn forests of Arlathan, big cities had just never swayed her interest.

She’d been managing to find quite enough trouble sussing out ancient elven artifacts with the Veil Jumpers in recent years; Streets teaming with people were the furthest thing from her mind. Especially big cities that smacked of misery around every corner.

Minrathos, in which case… was an acquired taste. Or at least, that was Rook’s running theory.

Whereas Treviso and its cafes, elegant architecture, enchanting night markets and sweepingly romantic culture stole her heart from the first time she’d step foot in the city, Minrathos carried with it the suffocating and relentless weight of fear. The deep shadows cast by brutalist buildings built on the bones of ancient elven cities were outmatched in their threat of despotism only by the massive halfmoon of stone and steel that was the Arkon’s Palace, hovering menacingly overhead. Watching its population’s every move.

It was just unsettling as hell.

In spite of Neve Gallus’s heartfelt love for Docktown and its people, Rook struggled to see past muddy streets that, to her eye, seemed to bear witness to every manner of human suffering she could think of - and little else, aside from the occasional meager scrap of hope for better days.

And that was before a dragon attack had given the Venatori the foothold in the city that the organization had been looking for for decades.

Now, the stench of refuse and fish mingled with death. Gallows had been erected throughout the city, with dozens of Shadow Dragons and their cohorts left swinging to putrify in the rain.

A miserable place made more miserable.

But it’s at least a misery with a functional army, Rook thought.

As much as its worsening was devastating to witness, Rook did not regret her decision to beeline for Treviso and leave Minrathos to fend for itself when the Evanuris’ vicious pair of dragons had descended upon both cities at once.

Antiva, she knew, had grown a bit too dependent on its Crows - for good reason, perhaps. The organization had hands in every aspect of the country’s well being imaginable. They seemed to control every shadow and whisper in Antiva, with patriotic aplomb. Hell, even the king’s own bastard son was Fifth Talon - The fact that the Crows were looked to by the crown to keep its line of defense in order - it made sense. Usually.

But for all of its competency in killing from the shadows, Rook’s gut had insisted that leaving a league of assassins as a city’s only protection between the blight and the dragon that wielded it was the one call she couldn’t bring herself to make.

Minrathos had its bold faced brutality well in place - the same army that kept its citizens so neatly under their thumb, publicly and proudly, under the eyes of the Maker and all else… surely they could handle a dragon? A league of assassins more prone to the slip of poison into an unsuspecting drink, or a dagger between just the right ribs, not so much.

The decision had rung true enough. Treviso had since proven it still stood strong. The Crows still maintained enough footing to turn their attention back to their ongoing “Qunari Problem.”

And, well. Minrathos was still Minrathos.

Just… corpsier.

The dull clang of a few coppers rattled into a tin plate. Rook always seemed to have a little pouch of coin stashed on her person for exactly this purpose, despite having very little means herself. There was something about the misery of having to beg for one’s next meal that forced every bone in her body to stop and try to help, passing along whatever pittance to the city’s homeless she could manage.

Lucanis stood close by, watching the little elf try and do so much with so little, as seemed to be her way. He sighed then, stepping in beside Rook, and handed the old woman at their feet a handful of sovereigns.

“Go,” he told the beggar quietly, “Get out of the rain.”

The weary-eyed old crone looked startled by the generosity, but was quick to obey. She made her way, sway-backed and knob-kneed, towards shelter.

“Kind of feels like an impossible task, helping around here,” Bellara noted sadly.

“It is,” Lucanis agreed. He reached for Rook’s hand when she seemed to wilt a bit at the truth of it, “But it is still good to try. Come on.”

They rounded the corner to find the Cobbled Swan beset by Crows.

“Ballsy,” Rook noted.

Tevinter guardsmen flanked the pub’s entrance, standing stoically, gold armor glistening - as had been the norm since the Venatori’s siege weeks prior. But they were outnumbered three to one by slim, impeccably dressed Antivans, whose faces were obscured by beaked masks.

“We’re meeting two Talons in the heart of a Venatori occupation,” Lucanis mused, “Not ballsy. Just smart.”

Talons, it seemed, did not make it a habit of traveling outside of Antiva empty-handed.

Assassins, bodyguards, servants - all from houses Cantori and De Riva, mingled amongst the Cobbled Swan’s usual patrons as though they owned the place. They earned more than their fair share of shifty side-eyes and nervous chatter from the working-class Vints around them - and it was little wonder why. Even the Talons’ hired help seemed to carry with them the air of shadows and hidden daggers, able to spill blood at a moment’s behest. The dreary pub regulars did their best to give the lot a wide berth.

“They’re with me,” Lucanis said as a pair of particularly broad masked bodyguards stepped in to block his path toward the far end of the space. There, the largest knot of Crows had gathered, and the patrons knew to steer clear.

“Lose the spare,” One bodyguard replied.

Rook was glancing back over her shoulder within moments, watching two more Crows sweep in to usher Bellara away. Within a breath, a particularly handsome member of House De Riva was offering her a drink, and whispering something that had her blushing to the tips of her ears.

“Don’t worry,” Lucanis teased in a hushed tone, “Crows are nothing if not excellent hosts.” A hand at the small of her back kept Rook protectively close all the while.

As Rook had learned quickly from her time in Treviso, Antivan Crows all seemed to come in various shades of uncomfortably attractive. There were few fairer examples of this than their Fifth and Seventh Talons.

Under the watchful eye of yet more bodyguards, Andarateia Cantori and Viago De Riva caught sight of their guests' arrival no sooner had Rook managed to spot them in the crowd.

Both painfully fit and equally gorgeous, their contentious, on-again off-again romance also always assured that the energy crackling around the two Talons remained so charged and unsubtle in its sexual tension that it seemed to fill the room wherever they shared a space. The Cobbled Swan’s swarthy, dimly lit innards proved no more immune to this effect.

“You had word on Illario?” Rook asked as said Talons stood to greet them.

“Possibly,” Viago replied.

Rook cringed. She could feel Lucanis immediately tense at her side.

“What do you mean ‘Possibly’? You either have something, or you don’t,” He bit.

“It’s Catarina,” Teia was quick to supply.

Viago sighed, “We don’t know that for certain.”

“Tell me,” Lucanis pushed.

“I’ve got eyes on Villa Dellamorte,” Viago said, “One of them brought back one of Caterina’s rings.”

Rook and Lucanis shared baffled glances.

“It had been thrown out with the trash. Illario would never do that,” explained Teia, “He would at least pawn it somewhere.”

“She’s…” Rook was quick to put pieces together, “You think she’s alive. That she parted with that ring as a clue.”

Teia had placed a beautifully intricate ring into Dellamorte’s gloved palm - Opal, with patina’d bronze and gold.

Lucanis had gone shades paler. His dark eyes raced with thoughts, “She gave that ring to my mother.” At Rook’s questioning glance, he added, temple twitching, “It was a mark of her favor. House Valardo killed my parents and sent it back to Caterina to demand she surrender the seat of First Talon.”

“Shit,” Rook cringed, the layers of pain the man seemed to have experienced growing more complicated by the moment. The coil of unease in her chest was quickly set aside, however, as a new truth seemed to spread across Lucanis’s features.

“She’s alive,” he managed, “Illario, you idiot.”

“We need more eyes on the villa to say for certain,” Viago said.

“Illario would tear the city apart searching, if he’d lost this,” Lucanis insisted. He stowed the ring protectively into one of countless pockets in his coat, before the knot in his brow gave way to his own deep seated anxiety. “How could she be alive? What is he thinking? How am I supposed to deal with this?”

“We need to plan a rescue!” Teia said. The urgency in her voice was unsurprising - she seemed to have a degree of softness for the First Talon that even her own grandsons lacked, “The sooner we get Caterina out of there, the better.”

Viago quickly cautioned, “It could be a trap. We have to deal with Illario first.”

“He could still kill her if we move against him,” Lucanis fret, “Maker knows what’s in his head.”

“Vi,” Teia scoffed at her sometimes-lover, “You’re too pessimistic for your own good. Reason with him, Lucanis!”

Lucanis, however, was spiraling.

“I thought I had a clear shot at my target. What if I go after him and get Caterina killed?”

Rook reached to offer a steadying touch - a hand to grace his forearm, but immediately froze.

Everything froze. The bustling pub patrons. Teia and Viago and their intensely furrowed brows. Even the flicker of candle flames nearby - All frozen as though caught up in one of Neve’s time-slowing spells.

All save for the searing flash of violet light that overtook Lucanis’s eyes.

“Help. Us.”

… What in the fresh hell?

Rook swallowed hard, choking back a knot of panic. How had Spite managed this? It was an unsettling new trick.

Though, to be fair, Rook reasoned, a deep breath forcing nerves into a something a hair closer to calm - She was a Veil Jumper. She’d seen weirder. Or at least comparable shades of weird.

And she had made a promise. To Spite. To them both.

“We need to work on your timing, vehnan,” She said.

“I can’t get him out!” Spite insisted, as though their conversation the night previous had never skipped a beat, “We’re trapped.”

Rook could seldom recall feeling more unsure of a situation. Still, as was so often the case, stubbornness won out, “All right, Spite. What can I do?”

“Come,” he said simply, and stepped towards Rook in a flash of light.

Notes:

I was going to try and power through the whole Inner Demons stint at once, but not only would that make for a super long chapter, I think cutting it here will assure we’re getting original story content in each chapter (because let’s be real, there’s only so much interest in rehashing what already exists in the game) Thanks for rolling with it, and for reading, lovelies! You comments have been bringing me so much joy ♥️

[fodlansbestmom]

@singulos

Arkon was resting in the clearing Sothis had restored, curled up around the spot where she had stood when she used her magic. He could hear birds in the trees and feel animals in the ground beneath him. It brought him great comfort seeing this patch of forest back to showing life. His eyes were closed and his thoughts of Sothis. He kept thinking of how she spoke, the kindness in her eyes and how gentle her touch was. He wondered if she would visit, part of him curious why he was thinking of her so much.

It hadn’t been that long since their first encounter. Sothis was busy with the monastery, and providing support to the students, the civilians who came to see her. But she slipped away one day, without a word to anyone, to come back to the clearing. She wondered how it was fairing.

And Arkon.

There he was. Right in the clearing! She smiled at the sight. He seemed so… relaxed. “Hi,” she greeted quietly, as if to not disturb too much.

[kimberlyannharts]

Still believe in the best (imo)ending for Kiya: Blue leader of the Omegas, Journey lives and is Gold, Kevor is red (it literally matches his personality WHY did they make Trini Red) and Yale is Yellow I guess? It kinda makes sense

It is kinda funny how Trini getting Red really wasn't....celebrated the way they clearly thought it would be. Trini becoming leader was very heavily foreshadowed through the Omega storylines, so I don't think THAT was a surprise to anybody, but I guess not actually seeing the power transition made that aspect of her promotion feel arbitrary rather than simply giving Harturian Kid the morpher that was suddenly free to use and Trini becoming a Yellow leader. It would be like if Ari had Red powers next time we saw the Solars because she needs Red to be considered leader of their team.

But I think this is what I'd do if I had complete freedom, starting with the Charge to 100 era -

= Journey does the whole thing with Gold and lives, while Spa'ark passes on.

= Jason, Zack, and Trini ALL retire. Arkon gets Yellow and Harturian Kid gets Black. No one gets Red because with the connection to Spa'ark via Jason's possession, no one knows if those powers are safe to use.

= Through a narrative in Darkest Hour that discusses her trauma and redeems her Kiya goes from Drakkon Ranger Blue to Omega Red.

= at the end of Darkest Hour Arkon either retires or dies (leaning toward dies since he feels like a character that would get the chopping block if the narrative needed a death that would feel sad, but not like a huge loss) and the Yellow morpher goes to Raegyn, to pay off how she got her own hardcover exclusive story for some reason.

So at the end of the series the New Omegas are Red Kiya, Yellow Raegyn, Black Kevor, Blue Yale, and Gold Journey. I would love for Kiya to get Blue back but I really can't think of a way for that to happen without feeling clunky (and just realistically, BOOM loves Yale and would never take their powers away, even for other powers lol)

[x-ref]

Uncanny X-Men Giant-Size Annual #9 by Chris Claremont and Art Adams.

Off to Asgard to save the New Mutants. I think these annuals were my first introduction to the New Mutants? My friend had a trade that collected all of the X-Men in Asgard stuff -- Alpha Flight, New Mutants, annuals, maybe something else. Proper summer reading.

Anyway, I've always found the secret identity stories to be frustrating -- and Rachel really suffers from keeping her past a secret from Cyclops. She doesn't want to hurt the guy but she also needs to let herself heal. At the same time -- c'mon, Scott. Figure it out. You've been wondering why Rachel is so interested in you -- and you know she's from a super-shitty future. Now she's dressed like Phoenix and told you to mind your own business? Aren't you the guy with the magic space pirate for a dad? Weird shit happens. C'mon.

And Kitty, "Oh Ray, why are you making Scott feel bad about his dead girlfriend in front of his pregnant wife?" One thing I always liked about Kitty, though, is she's allowed to have bad/naive takes because she often learns from them and changes her opinion -- like with accepting Storm's changes. Punk rock storm was a protective shell Ororo created when she lost her powers to help feel safe, which Kitty eventually understood. Is Rachel trying to hurt Scott? It's not about Scott!

But also, poor Maddie. "Why all of a sudden am I so afraid I'll never see him... we'll never be happy together ever again?!" Because, yeah.

I feel like this was when Claremont was trying to show that Cyclops could retire and return when needed -- but the strain of it on his family would be an interesting dynamic and not a precursor to Scott becoming an asshole. There's not much he's doing right at the moment, and it was a difficult era to like the guy.

I love how on this page almost everyone gets either a thought bubble or a speech bubble to mutter aloud about how everybody is bringing in too much drama. Meanwhile, the current team leader Nightcrawler is making himself almost invisible in contrast to Scott who just assumes leadership. I love the shifting leadership during this era where everybody gets a shot and kinda fucks it up.

The callback to Arkon's arrows is a deep cut from annual #3. I guess at some point Arkon (I've read that annual and I also don't know who Arkon is) instructed Scott how to use the arrows to visit Asgard. Reasonable.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Random Realization and thought...

So, I've been rewatching the X-Men 97 series(felt like it😆), and I realized a few things now that I'm older...

Wolverine is awesome! - he's got lots of issues to work through but he cares for the X-Men, and not just himself. (Several episodes can attest to that. And here's to hoping they won't change that when the series revival comes🥂)

Cyclops and Jean are goals - come on! Are y'all gonna dispute that? And I honestly cannot imagine Emma being the side-chic, to that power couple (y'all can explain to me how that happened 😅)

By Season 2, there is a slight change in art style, but the stories are just as awesome

Jubilee is definitely a kid with a big heart - girl wants to be included, do some action, fix broken relationships... I can go on🥹

Gambit and Rogue are also one of the best pairings - she loves him but hates him, he loves her, and that's why he riles her up on purpose, and enjoys it like the little shit he is. Why didn't I notice that when I was younger?!😅 (And she takes his name in an episode in Season 5 when undercover to protect a young mutant in a small town🫶)

Beast deserves to be with his family, and Carly😭😭😭😭😭 'nough said...

And other Marvel characters really do make cameos in this series

X-Women are badass😍 - some of my fave superheroines growing up

But what is with them somehow getting manipulated by red flags🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 - I ain't kidding! Let me list:

Jean = Jason Wyngarde (I get that he manipulated Jean's mind to get to Phoenix, point is dude "married" Jean and used basically mind control on her)

Rogue = Cody (he was shit, and the definition of young love)

Storm = Arkon (right now, he's definitely a red flag when he first meets Storm. And his overly dramatic way of speaking makes me go🤢)

I need to see Storm meet T'Challa and rule Wakanda, even for a few episodes 🥺- I've wanted to know since I found out she married and divorced our King, plus being queen suits Storm

Well, I've nerdily ranted, and I feel much better 😁 and as usual happy to discuss more and basically nerd/geek hangout with y'all. I may have more, when I do, I might make another post. Let me know if I should make this a recurring thing😊

I honestly can't be the only one who adores X-Men 97 OG, right?😃

[positivelybeastly]

I understand if you don’t want to answer this question but I feel like you should just be truthful. Do you actually like Simon’s movies and shows?

Silence.

"Well, I - can't say that I thought the most highly of Beach Volleyball Bros Part II. If I'm being honest. And truthful. The, ahm, action scenes, were quite, quite good. Quite good. But the plot was. Lacking. And the characterisation was . . . thin."

Hank tugs nervously at his chin fur, looking towards the doors to the bedroom, bedroom and office, just waiting for them to lurch open.

"He was very good in Arkon IV: The Goblin Pit! The way the VFX artists touched up the ionic effect around his eyes to make him look like he had flames billowing out of his eye sockets was amazing, and his performance was good! It was genuinely good!"

Think, Hank, think - !

"Return of the Living Colossus! That was a great flick! Simon's always been great at the action hero with pathos, he's got that 90s Brendan Fraser sort of thing going for him - when he can shake the accent, of course, the whole Transatlantic thing, that holds him back something fierce."

"Tombstone Terminator! That one's a real - !" He stops. Actually. Uhh. "Corker."

Maybe not that one.

". . . Look. I'm . . . going to level with you. Simon's - not the greatest actor in the world. All right? And he picks . . . strange projects. Bad projects a lot of the time. But he . . . he likes it. He enjoys it. It's something that has nothing to do with anything else in his life. It's something normal, and . . . speaking as someone who's struggled with normal in the past, it almost doesn't matter if you're good at being normal, sometimes all that matters is that you try. So, it doesn't really matter if the projects are good. He likes doing them, so I like them."

Hank leans back and thinks for a moment.

". . . I really wanted to see him do Macbeth. You know? He was so excited. I saw him film some of it, and it was. It was going to be really good. He would have killed that role."

"Hopefully he gets another chance."

[singulos]

؟ ( for truth and arkon )

Truth: "I can't believe when I first met them, I thought they looked fragile. That definitely has changed." Arkon: "They look human, but they are a manifestation of grim and bloody instinct. They as wild as I am."

[singulos]

Arkon walks over to Valeria and stares at her for a moment before he laid down and looked up at the ceiling. "Troubled thoughts?"

Valeria leans back on the chair and sighs. Her gaze is fixated on the ceiling.

[kimberlyannharts]

misc thoughts on Issue #110 -

= My overall thoughts on this issue are basically the same as ML had in his review - the entire thing is clearly trying to show off how big things have gotten and how dire the stakes are already, but all together it just feels like padding so Dark Specter arriving can be the big last-page cliffhanger. And considering it's still mostly just fighting, with most of the character stuff going to Grace and Rita, there's not much else to say about it

= We got the first of Aisha's "here's a detail of my life that we won't elaborate on but we'll just throw in to justify my role here" bits when she brings up her parents fighting at home to break up Tommy and Kim before they get into another argument. It just hurts more knowing the main series is about to end and this is all Aisha, Rocky, and Adam will end up getting; especially when this issue really focuses more on the Omegas and Grace and how M*tt has ~such a good heart~ and ~he'll feel sooooooooooooooo bad about what he's done~

= speaking of "what he's done" it really is unclear if Grace died or not. I know she'll be confirmed dead in the next issue but the ambiguity here hurts the reveal. Especially when I don't even know.....why M*tt killed her

= This is where Death Ranger and Dayne first show up and yeah, not much to say about it. They joined Rita out of self-preservation and the benefits (like Spa'ark getting their body back.) Also Wild Force. I guess them being here is supposed to be the foreshadowing of how Rangers will be turning evil this event and Taylor will be a major character but like.......where we are now, Taylor will end up being the weakest of the major characters kjjdk

= And hey, Arkon DID show up to fight with his big suit of armor! So where did he go after this

= Serpentera Megazord (or whatever they call it, it just kind of shows up here with no introduction)'s design is bad, as we've said many times

[everyfandomever]

i havent been on tumblr (like regularly) for half a year but im glad to see this hellsite still working

[singulos]

Arkon was surprised as he heard Lief call him 'Mr. Kitty.' It was not something he was expecting and it confused him a bit until he remembered his rumbling earlier and how it sounded like a purr. He chuckled as he watched Lief get picked up and carried into the cave. Once he was safely inside, Arkon would leave for his own cave. His cave wasn't as warm as the other, but he had furs he could lay on and it was the right size for him. He paced around until he laid down on the furs, curling up. He thought of how the day went and how it ended with him having guests. With a brief smile, Arkon closed his eyes, wondering how the next day would go.

A set of heavy footfalls was the only alert one would get as Arkon approached the child, his eyes focused on the small shape before him. He leaned in closer, his fiery gold eyes examine the child before he took a sniff. He recoiled as he felt the familiar pungent smell of decay. "You smell of rot and gravesoil."

The child squeezed his toy and shook a bit as he was... greeted by the creature before him. Instantly, darkness gathered around the child and three beings appeared. With a small 'woah!' the boy was lifted into the air before being tossed onto the third form, a large horned skull with a red glow in it's eyes and jaw hanging open. The being that tossed the child was a large beast-like one, clad in armor and emitting a low growl. The first one that stood between Lief and his new 'guest' was a normal skeleton dressed in rags and wielding a katana.

The humanoid skeleton would leave it's jaw open and begin to 'speak'. "Awful rude to address the young master of such, you should mind your tongue before speaking to a child so young about 'smells' he cannot control," The skeleton would nearly hiss while the boy watched from the floating skull.

[singulos]

I've been watching a lot of GojiCenter and I realized I never put much thought into how much Arkon eats.

The way I see it, Arkon, despite his size, actually doesn't need a lot like other large predators. If I'm remembering correctly, Jurassic Park once stated a good size goat could feed a T-Rex for a while. Arkon is smaller than most Tyrannosaurs and not as heavy, so he wouldn't need so much to fuel himself.

Now, the largest goat on record was a Boer that weighed over 400 pounds (181.4 kg), a big meal for a large Carnivore, so if I had to guess, Arkon would probably only need half of that to keep his hunger satisfied for a few days. So Arkon, who I would put at about 2.400 lbs (1088.6 kg), would need only about 228.5 lbs (103.6 kg) of meat every few days.

And yes, I did the math and used a calculator. And also yes, I researched.