Outrun the Storm

Artorias · (This post was last modified: 12-17-2020, 03:41 PM by Artorias.)

Training had become his first priority in the days since he'd started his regiments with Resin. From before the break of dawn, Artorias had not missed a single patrol with the larger fae, following at her side like a loyal shadow, watching her mannerisms and learning her habits. While the first few mornings had been a slog he trudged through, Art did not complain nor shirk his vow. He completed each half patrol with Resin dutifully, and then spent the remainder of his time doing as she had instructed: pushing the rocks around the rivers and falls until they reached the edges of the water. Some were deceptive, seeming small but being much heavier than he expected, while some bigger ones slid and moved with a little bit of effort. He'd also begun his own sort of stamina training, marching up and down the hills that led from the bottom of the falls all the way to the top and then back down. It was exhausting work, but already Artorias could feel his body adapting to the new lifestyle. It was thrilling and exciting, but also so very, very tiring. It also didn't afford him much time with his siblings, although he did his best to make sure he carved out moments for them, like when he took Bowen out to look for treasures. Family always came first.

Artorias was in the middle of his climb back up the side of the falls, huffing and puffing as his little legs ached to carry him up his third lap of the day. He listened to the sounds of the cascading falls as he went, the sound of the water calming and soothing his mind as he pushed his body. Artorias had always loved the water, drawn to it by some unseen force. On this ascent though, he noticed something he hadn't seen on his last pass: Mom Resin was laid out on the bank of one of the many small rivers that flowed between the falls. Artorias paused mid-stride, staring at her with concern in his amber eyes. Was she okay? She wasn't moving very much, maybe she was taking a nap? He couldn't recall a time he had ever seen his mother lounging around as such; she was always busy doing things for their pack. Maybe she just really needed to relax. As if on cue, Artorias' legs ached in protest, begging him to take a break as well. Well, if Mom can take a break, I guess I can too... he thought and made his way over to the large mass of wolf.

Once he got closer, Artorias realized two things: Resin was hurt, coagulating cuts evident on her rear end and her face—and that his mother wasn't alone. Artorias once again froze with his paw lifted mid-stride when he saw that new adopted boy snuggled up into her side. Artorias stared at Grimshaw, considering for a moment how to process and proceed. He had not interacted with the brooding boy yet, and Grim had shown no interest in them either, so Art had allowed the boy his space. But now he just seemed... sad... Sad and angry. The blue pup had nothing against Grimshaw specifically, but if no attempt had been made to be friendly, he didn't see now as the best time to start. Artorias pursed his lips together for a moment before circling around to Resin's front, giving Grim a wide berth before collapsing to his rump at his mother's paws and laying out across them, nudging her digits with his small snout. "Mom...? Is everything okay...?" he asked, a touch of nervousness in his voice to see the blood on his mother's grey coat. Something had happened. Did he really want to find out what it was?

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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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