Servicing

With their meal finished, Artorias watched Lia eat near ravenously from where she lay deeper in the cave. He wondered just how mistreated and malnourished the poor girl must have been by the slavers. The more time he spent understanding her and her experiences, the more he felt he was starting to understand what Sirius meant about giving wolves a chance at a new life and the opportunity to lift themselves up. If anything, that was how he wanted to be: an enabler, a provider, a protector. A shield that guarded his wolves. He thought about his mothers; how would they react if they knew what he had done and the motives behind his actions? Would they be proud of him for saving a life? Would they scold him for dealing with slave masters to begin with? But what would have happened to Idalia if he hadn't come along?

When Sirius rose, so too did Artorias to help gather up the remains of their meal. He glanced up when Seer stopped Lia with a sharp retort, catching sight of the servant girl frozen mid-stride over to them. He snickered and moved back into the cave while Sirius disposed of the scraps outside, returning to his bed and settling down in the now much warmer cave. "And remember, that fur is yours to use, as I ordered," he reminded Lia with a smirk, but a dead serious look in his eyes. He did not want to wake up to find she'd given up her bedding for him again. The nights were chilly up here, and the last thing he wanted was for her to freeze through the night. Curling up on himself and relaxing into the pelt, he glanced over Lia's way to give her a simple, "Good night, Idalia," before offering the same to Sirius. Full and warm, it didn't take long for Artorias to drift back off into slumber.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"