Running in the Halls

Artorias

The corners of his mouth curled upward in a subtle grin when he heard Briar's audible coo of wonder when she saw the grand foyer in all its glory. It really was a spectacle to behold, and it was still a wonder no other pack had claimed this place before they had. Oh well, their loss was his gain. Artorias led the way up the stairs to the second floor hallways that branched out around the rotund wings of the castle, sauntering down the corridor of the west wing he had traversed many times by now. He kept his pace measured and leisurely to allow Briar to take her time soaking in all the details the castle had to offer, and pausing to let her get a good look out the windows across the courtyard and to the plains beyond the walls. If she thought that was impressive, he couldn't wait to see her reaction when she saw the view his room had or the view from the top of the tower.

"My room is a little further down." Artorias continued down the curving corridor until he found the old wood door he had come to know as his. "This one right here, this is mine." He pushed the door open with a soft creak of old wood and iron, another fresh wave of pent up warmth rushing out to greet the two wolves. He stepped inside first, glancing around the sizable chamber with a proud smirk. The dying fire in the hearth crackled with its final snaps of life, having been burning all day and needing fresh wood. Grayish sunlight spilled into the room from the two large windows on the leftmost wall, and a faint orange glow from the fire cast everything in a warmer hue. Above the fireplace hung a rusting coat of arms with a howling wolf painted on the crest, and fading paintings of landscapes and knights in combat adorned the walls. His bed, a large canopy bed, lay messy and unmade, with the old blankets and fresh furs tousled up from when he'd woken up this morning.

Artorias stepped aside to allow Briar to explore his room, nudging the door shut behind them. His bedroom door had a latch on it only accessible from the inside when locked, though he left it untouched for now. They wouldn't be staying in his room long anyway, not when there was so much of the castle left to see. "It's not much, but it's mine," he said from the side of the room while she wandered about. "If nothing else, it gives me a little privacy." He chuckled under his breath, then stepped over to the door that led out to the balcony. "This is my favorite part of the room though..." Art pulled the door open and stepped outside into the cold air once more, walking onto the balcony and placing his front paws on the balustrades to gaze out across the western sea. The water looked gray and dark under the second winter sky, and the sound of the roiling waves lapping at the golden shore filled the air with a tranquil rhythm. "Ta-da! Best views in all of Auster. Well, except for maybe the tower," he joked with a crooked grin.

"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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