Servicing

The Warlord watched Idalia eat from the corner of his eye as he settled over his own meal. Artorias having already taken his share. He was content in that Art still seemed oblivious at the extra services of a slave. Perhaps with his commitment to Briar, he would never find out. The Warlord himself - having not become a Warlord until after he met Zee, had never crossed that boundary. He thought of Iris, and what she had suffered through.

Art’s appreciation pulled a warm smile from Sirius, and he inclined his head. “I’m just glad you’ll have a few experiences to think on after this.” He said. When he had gone to the Hallows to drag Art home with him, it had been done out of selfishness and possession. Zees return, and the general nature of Art had turned it into exactly what Sirius promises. Some one on one time between the two wolves to help teach Art.

Getting up and stretching, he started to pile up the scraps and “-No, Idalia, don’t trouble yourself, I’ve got it” he told her as she started to do exactly that. Shaking his head at the girl, he took the remains outside and buried them to keep scavengers from troubling their sleep. “Get some shut eye, both of you”

"Sirius Fatalis"