We Share a Same Foundation

A female's voice rang out behind him, advising him to mind his sound profile the next time he try to track someone stealthily. Artorias did not move, but neither did he tense up or show any sort of reaction. It was more quiet acceptance of his mistake, eyes closing and his head dipping with a defeated sigh. Rookie mistake; how long had she known he was following her? How long had she led him out this far? Now his nerves became electrified, preparing for the fight or flight response to follow. If she was an enemy spy, this would no doubt end in bloodshed. Still mentally preparing for the calm to shift into a storm of combat, Artorias slowly turned to face the dark-furred femme. Burnt amber eyes met glistening gold—and for a moment, Artorias froze, gazing at Resin's eyes set into the face of a stranger. They were an almost identical match for his mother's, if not identical. But that didn't matter much right now.

"Looks like I found the one time being armed is a detriment and not a boon," he remarked, a wry smirk twisting at the corner of his mouth while he sized up the stranger. She was about a half foot shorter than him, and she bore the look of a rugged nomad who had weathered a number of storms. "I don't usually make it my business to track strangers unless I notice them in my home. Is there a reason you were fleeing from the Hallows the way you were?" His question wasn't accusatory, at least not directly, but it was a probe to find out why she had been there in the first place. The Hallows had been, and always would be, open to wolves of all walks in need of help. But seldom did he ever see those using their services leave so surreptitiously in the early morning hours. She didn't appear hurt, so she clearly hadn't used any of their healers' talents. Who was this fae?


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"