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11-24-2020, 01:13 AM
In typical fashion for the young would-be warrior, Artorias had been bouncing back and forth in one of the glades around the falls, swinging his newly acquired stick around like a club. He growled as he slew wave after wave of imaginary enemies around him, only occasionally falling over his own feet in the process. There was a steep learning curve when it came to fighting, and even more so when it came to using something in a fight. Jumping and biting at other wolves was easy. Hitting them with a stick was harder. And so he had been training as much as he could, fantasizing about fighting off a horde of invading wolves and protecting his home, when the call came out. His ears pricked up, head turning in the direction of the call. Mom and Mama had taught him to always answer an adult's call, and so he obeyed their instructions, not wanting to be caught breaking the rules again like when he and Rudyard had snuck out into unclaimed territory.
Artorias came trotting up to where Outlaw had called the gathering. His amber eyes shone brightly as he approached the gray and black dog, barking happily from around the stick still clutched in his jaws. He knew Outlaw; he had been there as their attending medic during their fight training with Dunkan. The funny thing about the dog that the boy remembered was how playful and puppy-like he had been during their first meeting. Did this mean Outlaw was going to do something fun with them? Was this another kind of lesson for them today? Artorias dropped the stick when he got closer, sitting down before the dog and wagging his tail against the grassy ground. "Hi, Outlaw! Did you call for us?"
"Speech" | Thoughts
One big happy family
Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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