Stoking the Embers

*Resin* · 12-16-2020, 05:20 PM

The boy mimicked her actions, setting his stance just as she did. It seemed as though he was a natural. Though she'd placed his paws, Artorias shifted into the stance that felt right for him. Again, she was proud. Resin had been a natural herself. Though he wasn't of her blood, it seemed that he was of her soul. She had no idea who his father was and it didn't matter, but she was his mother and there was no disputing it.

And then Artorias asked her a hard question. Resin furrowed her brow for a moment before giving a soft sigh. Releasing her battle stance, she settled down upon her stomach once more. "Yes, I've had to fight those that I didn't want to hurt. I've had to fight those that I loved." She wouldn't get into details of the battles, but she wouldn't lie to the boy. She had fought those that she loved and she had killed them. "There may be battles where deciding what to do is hard." With one big paw, she beckoned for the boy to come close. Once he moved close enough, she pulled him gently within the safety of her forelegs.

"With all battles you need to weigh your options. You believe that you're correct and your opponent believes that they're correct. The battle decides the victor. There are times though where you may have to fight someone that you care for as I have." The giant woman snuffled through the fur atop the boys head. She hoped that he would never have to go through the hardships that she had, but there was always a chance. "If you ever find yourself in such a battle... give your opponent every opportunity to submit or retreat." Her voice grew a bit softer, if that was possible for the grizzled vocal cords of the woman. "But if the good weighs in your favor, do what needs to be done and make it quick."

"Speech"

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