Shell Shocked
Tamsyn
12-05-2020, 01:24 AM
It was a bit disheartening to the little warrior to see his mother failing to conceal all of her expressions as he told his story, the humor he was stirring breaking through the serious facade she was putting on. Why did she look like she was trying not to laugh? He had just been involved in a climactic battle with a huge enemy! So what was so amusing to her? Confused, the boy started to pout a bit, ears folding and brow narrowing. He was not funny or cute; he was a warrior, just like her and Mom! Nobody laughed at either of them! Artorias made a show of groaning when Tamsyn leaned down to plant a motherly kiss on his forehead, rubbing a paw over the patch of fur she'd mussed up on his crown in the process. Mooooom, don't embarrass meeee...! he thought inwardly as she confirmed his victory over his new reptilian nemesis.
Artorias pursed his lips into a tight line when his mother explained why a tortoise wouldn't make for a great battle companion or steed. She did have a point. Even as a puppy, he'd been able to outmaneuver and outrun the irate reptile with ease, so an older wolf would have no problems doing that and then some. He would have to re-evaluate his choice of companions. "Hmmm, you're right, Mama... I'll have to find a faster companion!" the miniature wolf declared, stamping a small foot on the ground to punctuate his decree. "No wolf or animal will be able to beat me, not once I become a knight just like you!" Determined amber eyes looked up into Tamsyn's cool minty-green gaze, his tail wagging like a propeller off the end of his rump.
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