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Whether you've recently escaped or been on the road for a while , if you're a Beastkin who's had to fight to survive, you've been doing it with less than ideal equipment.
Usable weapons are as common as your own two fists, given they can always be used as the most basic of cudgels. Up from there, anything you can pick up can be improvised as in implement of war, from simple tree branches or old bottles to cook wear and tools like axes or hoes. If you're particularly lucky you may even be able to lift some kind of real weapon, becoming a miracle if said weapon is in good condition and not old and abandoned.
But armor is another matter. The best clothing is tailor made to the individual, or at the very least there's plenty out there that is close enough that the difference is irrelevant. Armor almost has to be made for the user in question. Tanned leather and metal plates only have so much give after all.
Compounding that is the problem that good armor is not easy or quick to put on alone, and is sometimes impossible to do solo, never mind being heavier than what most people can reasonably be asked to put up with for long periods if time. If you're on the run, need to keep mobile, it's pretty counter intuitive to weigh yourself down, not just with the heavy attire, but the following burden of someone almost certainly really wanting it back.
So in it's place, Beastkin's ever hardening survivalist traits lead to a mess of looks leather strappings and ropes, wooden planks, and the occasional metal plate that become their "armor".
Such a set up is something reserved only for the dregs; criminals too poor or dumb to acquire anything better, or guardsmen or soldiers who are considered not worth the cost and effort of giving them real protection.
For humans, it's a sign of shame. For Beastkin, it's all they have, and literally better than the nothing they had before.

If you want to read the story in question, Advent From Elsewhere, jump in right at the start Here

Art by Principenegro

Description
Whether you've recently escaped or been on the road for a while , if you're a Beastkin who's had to fight to survive, you've been doing it with less than ideal equipment.
Usable weapons are as common as your own two fists, given they can always be used as the most basic of cudgels. Up from there, anything you can pick up can be improvised as in implement of war, from simple tree branches or old bottles to cook wear and tools like axes or hoes. If you're particularly lucky you may even be able to lift some kind of real weapon, becoming a miracle if said weapon is in good condition and not old and abandoned.
But armor is another matter. The best clothing is tailor made to the individual, or at the very least there's plenty out there that is close enough that the difference is irrelevant. Armor almost has to be made for the user in question. Tanned leather and metal plates only have so much give after all.
Compounding that is the problem that good armor is not easy or quick to put on alone, and is sometimes impossible to do solo, never mind being heavier than what most people can reasonably be asked to put up with for long periods if time. If you're on the run, need to keep mobile, it's pretty counter intuitive to weigh yourself down, not just with the heavy attire, but the following burden of someone almost certainly really wanting it back.
So in it's place, Beastkin's ever hardening survivalist traits lead to a mess of looks leather strappings and ropes, wooden planks, and the occasional metal plate that become their "armor".
Such a set up is something reserved only for the dregs; criminals too poor or dumb to acquire anything better, or guardsmen or soldiers who are considered not worth the cost and effort of giving them real protection.
For humans, it's a sign of shame. For Beastkin, it's all they have, and literally better than the nothing they had before.

If you want to read the story in question, Advent From Elsewhere, jump in right at the start Here

Art by Principenegro