ardent

Losing Myself Piece By Piece

Tamsyn



Artorias

"I will shield you from the darkness"

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6 Years
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Male
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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04-28-2021, 10:36 PM



Even without Gwynevere telling him to do so, Artorias was already making his way over to their mother's side when he saw the look of utter panic and worry on her face. Watching Tamsyn struggle to try and get up and looking longingly at the door twisted up his insides, but she was just making it worse on herself and harder for Gwyn to treat her. He looked to his sister when she said his name and nodded once, moving over to settle into the bedding beside her, sitting back on his haunches while he gingerly stroked her back. Seeing her wide-eyed terror and hearing her whine was not something he would have ever expected to see from his normally strong, confident mother.

"It's okay, Mama, it's okay," he said in as soft a voice as he could, though it was incredibly hard for him to keep the tremor of dread out of his own words. "Ulric's gonna go take care of Mom. We gotta let Gwyn patch you up first, okay?" Artorias watched Gwyn work in silence, only making the occasional hushes and whispers to his flighty mother to try and keep her calm while Gwynevere did her work. The scent of fresh lavender filled his nose when Gwyn began to apply the bandages to Tamsyn's wounds, almost enough to make the boy sneeze it was so fragrant. It smelled more like a perfume than a medicine, but he trusted Gwyn's knowledge. She was very good at what she did.

He internally cringed while watching Gwynevere slowly obscure the seeping wounds with each strip of cloth. Tamsyn would no doubt he horrifically scarred for life from this attack, of this there would be no doubt. He just hoped that once they healed they wouldn't be as bad as they seemed now. His mother had always been beautiful by any standard of a wolf—to see her rendered so low by her own mate... It infuriated Artorias, and he wanted answers as to why this happened. That could wait until tomorrow morning though. For tonight, his mother and sister needed him here and they needed him to be strong. He would do whatever they needed of him.


"Artorias" | 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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