How do you do, fellow kid?
Artorias
04-16-2021, 11:34 PM
Artorias stepped out of the castle armory with a wooden sparring sword clutched in his teeth. The weapon was old and flimsy, just like all the others in the armory, and made for a poor choice in combat, but it was all he had to work with. He wasn't about to lose out on his training just because he only had shoddy tools to work with. Perhaps he could talk to Outlaw and convince him to make him another sword now that he was bigger, one that wouldn't break after a few good hits. It was because of that reason Artorias had all but stopped carrying the wood swords with him, bringing them only when he knew he would be going into battle. As it was, his teeth and claws were far more effective.
Wandering down the halls with Corbin perched on his shoulders, Artorias glanced out the windows at the dreary winter world, scowling to himself. He didn't know what spring was supposed to be like, but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to feel like a sequel to winter. He couldn't wait for warmer weather to get here; then maybe he'd be able to see Briar and the rest of the Fatalis family again. It had only been a few days since Briar had left, but the young wolf had felt oddly adrift since her departure, like going back into the regular rhythm of everyday life was so difficult. He couldn't explain it though, it just... was.
Walking through the doorway into the foyer and out into the courtyard, Artorias noticed a familiar brown and white speckled boy also meandering just outside the front doors. "Hello, Ezra," he greeted from around his mouthful of fake sword when he stepped past the entryway toward the east wing of the castle where he had seen some larger empty rooms he planned to use as a training gym of sorts for when the weather sucked... like every single day in this damned ice age.
"Speech" | Thoughts | ”Corbin"