I Hold with Those Who Favor Fire

The Warlord laughed softly, through there was little anger to it. “I don’t think your parents truly knew what they were getting into when they gave me your name. Protective to a fault, with a tendency to blinding rage when those that are yours are under attack.” Though he didn’t seem to have some of the Warlords nastier traits. His possessiveness, and how difficult he found it to love someone new. Someone that wasn’t his. Self destructive tendencies - through that was a new one.

“Rage… rage can be blinding, Art. There are tactics you can learn to help your control over it, but in truth, I can’t say I've fully mastered them myself.” some things in life had given him greater control - like Zee, and Tam. Other factors ensured he lost it.

Art reached for him, and the warmth of the younger pups paw on his pricked something inside of him. He wanted Art to be his. This young, prideful, noble warrior. He was going to grow into something magnificent… if Sirius didn’t screw him up before then. He was already partly his, but he was losing Resin, and Sirius had lost Zee and Azure. Those holes could never be filled, but perhaps they could be patched up, just a little, with the help of the other.

“I’ll show you some of the tactics once i’m out of this bed, Art. There are things like meditation to help you find your calm center. In the meanwhile here’s what I do - picture something in your mind's eye that you love. Picture them, and think ‘how would they feel if I let my rage go’ and hold onto that feeling.” Zee’s anger with him after the fallout of one of fits had eventually helped him to get a grip. She had made him be better.
“One of the hardest lessons you will ever face Artorias, is one of two things. It's when the fight is not something you can physically tackle, or when you can only watch and not help when another fights an enemy and your loyalty or situation demands that you have to stay behind.”


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