We Fight Together

Artorias could tell by the beaming smile on Briar's face and the twinkle in her eyes that she had a great time killing the saber cat with him, and he knew he had made up for his past mistake. This had been a much better experience, and getting to see Briar in action brought a smile to his own face. She was beautiful and graceful, everything he expected the Fatalis princess to be, on and off the battlefield. He blinked in surprise when she nuzzled the side of his neck and declared him to be the only trophy she needed, pulling a frisky smirk and a chuckle from the young brute while she licked the side of his muzzle. He turned his face to catch her lips in a quick kiss before she could pull away, taking every opportunity to steal a bit of affection from the sweet fae whenever he could. Briar mentioned using the saber pelt and the fangs in her own designs.

Artorias gave a curt nod with a hum of understanding, then approached the fallen predator. Whatever Briar wanted, Briar would get. "Then we'd better get this body back to the castle," he declared, taking position on one side of the carcass. He hadn't brought any tools to skin the creature, and his sword would be too unwieldy to use for the job. "C'mon, you grab one side, I'll take the other." Between the two of them, they should be able to get it back with no problems, despite the cat's massive size. It would make one hell of a pelt! Waiting until Briar had gotten a hold of the cat, Artorias also took hold of the body and began to walk in tandem, dragging the heavy carcass back across the plains toward home.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"