Get Off Of My God Damn Lawn
Artorias
Knight
Fleet-footed
03-18-2021, 08:12 PM
Artorias hadn't walked a patrol with his mother since they had moved down to Auster. She had been far too preoccupied getting their pack on their feet and settled into their new home, but that didn't bother him nor did it deter his own training. He had walked his routes and kept to his exercises every day just the same as if she had been watching him the entire time. All his effort and Resin's guidance had begun to pay dividends as his body began to show the growing muscles along with his increasing height, the boy now standing almost as tall as his mother did. He was glad she had asked him to come along on her patrol, especially after the sabertooth attack on the castle. Everyone had sustained some degree of damage after that fight, but Resin was the oldest of their pack. While he never doubted her capabilities, it did make him concerned for her wellbeing. At least this way he'd be able to back her up if anything else dared try to bare its fangs against the Hallows.
The dark-furred young man followed close beside the ashen gray fae, keeping those flaming amber eyes turned outward to their borders when they drew near. He had mostly healed from his tussle with the dire wolf and could more readily keep pace with her with his healing leg, body tensed and ready. Nothing would be getting the jump on them again. Resin explained that a pack of something had been picking off the wild alpacas around the plains, and while they hadn't made any moves towards the pack yet, Art didn't want them to ever get the opportunity to either. "Then we cut them off at the source. Weed them out, root and stem," he replied, his voice just starting to turn husky as he went through the changes from pup to brute. He had learned so much from Resin since he'd taken up the path of the warrior; he was eager to fight side by side with her again. Mother and son... what more devastating duo could there be?
Paws only slowed when Resin's did, and Artorias kept his eyes surveilling the horizon while she sampled the arctic air. The wind was biting cold even through his dense fur, and the entire world seemed washed out from the gray-veiled sun. It all felt so unsettling and kept his nerves on edge. A distinct chittering laugh caught the boy's attention, head snapping in the same direction Resin's did, although he didn't recognize the sound. His mother's posture grew tense for a moment; he briefly wondered what could put his battle-hardened mom off like that? He didn't dare speak a word for fear of giving away their position, however, instead replying to Resin's interrogatory glance with a short nod of his head. He gripped the hilt of his sword in his jaws, slowly withdrawing the wooden weapon so as not to make too much noise when the wood scraped against leather. It was still one of the flimsy old wooden sparring swords from the castle, and Artorias had little faith it would hold up any better than it did against the dire wolf, but it was still something. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, energizing his muscles and priming his reflexes. He would follow Resin's lead to hell and back again. He would stand with her against whatever enemies they faced today.
He was ready.
"Speech" | Thoughts | ”Corbin"
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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