Get Off Of My God Damn Lawn

Artorias · 03-18-2021, 11:37 PM

The smirk on his face grew to a full toothy grin as he followed his mother's gaze back out the way the hyenas had fled. He hoped for the safety of their pack that they would stay away, although a more primal part of him wished they would come back so he could finish what they started. Such strange creatures... They reminded him of deformed dogs, or maybe like that wolverine Rudy was always carrying around. He'd been lost in thought, and so didn't see Resin begin inspecting the bites on his leg until he felt her tongue cleaning the wound for him. He glanced back startled, but put up no resistance. She was his mother, and mother knew best. "Yes, Mom," he replied, a dip of his head in obedience. Gwyn would not be happy to be treating him again so soon... maybe he'd be able to find Lúta or Aranea first if he was lucky.

Resin's praise, while not a foreign thing to him, still made Artorias' heart swell with pride. A delighted smile found its way across his bloodstained muzzle and his tail began a slow subconscious wag behind him. All of his hard work and training was paying off if his mother, the greatest warrior in the Hallows, was acknowledging his ever growing skills! It was all he had ever wanted, to make his parents proud and be a guardian of his home and family. "Thanks, Mom. I'm trying my best."

At her beckoning he began to follow her back, until he paused with remembrance. Artorias bounded back through the snow to find his sword—only to feel his joy deflate when he saw the broken wooden blade in the snow, snapped in the scuffle and trampling just like his other ones. He frowned and lifted the pitiful looking sword, watching the way the snapped blade hung on by a few splintered pieces of wood and ultimately just tossed it aside with a heaving sigh. Not another one... That's three this season... he lamented in his mind. Sure, the castle had a number of these training swords better suited to his size than the one he'd used as a puppy, but they were so old and flimsy and broke in every fight. Once more, Artorias began his trip back home sans a sword, following on Resin's heels all the way. At least their pack would be safe for one more day.

"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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