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Art
Knight
Fleet-footed
04-03-2021, 10:54 PM
Rudy's retort got a snicker and a dry grin from Art, who was glad to see that at least his brother's sense of humor wasn't injured too. But then came the serious, slightly worried question from his brother about the condition of his face. Artorias glanced up at the claw slashes across his brow currently leaking blood down his muzzle. They looked pretty deep and bad; whichever coyote had made them had got him good. "You'll live, but you're probably gonna want to make sure all future girlfriends are into scars," he replied. He really wasn't the leading authority on medical questions though, so he had no idea if it would actually turn to scars or completely heal. He was just happy his brother was alive and hadn't lost his eye in the fight like Resin.
Artorias listened to Rudy's explanation of the events, nodding every so often while glancing around the bloody, snowy battlefield. It certainly made sense. With the harsh winter, many predators were becoming opportunist scavengers and getting more and more desperate for a meal. It was only then that Artorias actually spared a glance over Rudy's prey—then did a double take to really study the creature his brother had killed. What the hell was that thing?! Art stared with shocked eyes and mouth agape. He'd never seen anything like it before, but this strange winter was bringing out a whole new manner of unusual beasts. Rudy explained that he was hunting it to help feed the pack, and he had to agree that it did have a lot of meat on it. The animal could easily feed the entire pack for at least one meal, maybe even with some leftovers. Artorias turned amber eyes to Rudy, a small smile on his lips. He was proud of his brother stepping up to help the pack during this time.
"Of course you could have," he quipped back with a note of sarcasm in his voice when Rudy claimed he could have taken the coyotes on his own if not for the face he was tired. It wasn't that he thought his brother was weak by any means, but his melee with Tika and Ezra had shown him that numbers can often tip the scales of battle much more drastically than he would have thought. Art flicked an ear to Rudy's complaint that he hadn't brought anything to carry the creature back with, and that was when he met Rudy's golden gaze looking at him with implication. Oh sure, Rudyard expected him to bring it back home for him... With a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, Artorias shook his head and stepped closer to the dead animal. Thank the gods for all his training building his muscles up, because they were about to get tested.
"You just focus on limping back with me. If your legs give out, I'm leaving you in the snow." His mock threat issued, Artorias grabbed the dead animal by its haunches and began the arduous task of dragging the heavy corpse back towards the castle. Thankfully, the ice made the ground slick enough to help aid in sliding the body around, but it would still take some effort. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't been hurt badly in the fight. He waited for Rudy to take the lead and set the pace, following behind his "champion hunter" brother, dragging the gray boy's trophy all the way home.
"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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