Servicing

Artorias had never felt more like an adult than he did right now. With Sirius' guidance and help, he had been to his first black market, negotiated his first deal, purchased his first wolf. He was still mentally reeling a bit from the day's events, but once the trio had set off from the slavers' market, it all became much more real to the young man. They followed the same path south from the northern caves, making it to the border between Northern Boreas and Southern Boreas before nightfall swept over the lands. As they passed by a series of caves, Sirius declared that this was where they would set up camp, leaving himself and Idalia to handle the campsite while he found them some food.

Artorias had no issues getting the camp set up with Idalia. Once they had selected their cave for the night, Artorias set off to gather some wood to make a fire while Idalia got their bedding spread out. He returned with the wood just as she had finished unloading the furs from the cart, then watched as she set to making a campfire from the kindling he'd found. He raised a brow, quite impressed with the girl's efficiency and handiness. Artorias strode into the cave just as the fire roared to life, creating a soothing and warming glow that radiated through the small space from the mouth of the cave.

Idalia's words caught his attention and he turned to find her dipped low in a graceful, lithe bow to him. Those little nervous flutters in his stomach returned when she addressed him as her lord, the young wolf still unsure how he wished to be referred to by someone subservient to him. "You can just call me Artorias if you'd like, Idalia," he replied with a gentle, modest smile. Her offer of a massage had piqued his curiosity. He'd never had a massage before, and she did seem keen to give him one. "Well, how could I say no to that."

He chuckled and moved over to one of the piles of furs, sliding his sword off to prop against the cave wall. As he reached for a buckle to unstrap his armor, Idalia stopped him with a demure offer to remove it for him. He put up no resistance as the fireborne fae came before him, dainty paws unfastening each strap to let his armor fall away from his body before he went to lie on his stomach so his body lay prone across the bedding.

"Would it surprise you if I told you I've never had a massage before?" he asked with a crooked grin, resting his head on his folded paws while he watched her with fascinated eyes, still wrapping his mind around the fact that this wolf was his. Well, technically Seer had bought her and he'd be putting her in Briar's charge, but deep down, something in his gut told him the truth. Mine.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"