Si Vis Pacem...

It took a little bit of time and encouragement, but eventually Gwyn yielded to his affection and relaxed into the hug. Artorias was thankful that he could be giving his sister a little support when she needed it most. It pained him to think of her trapped inside the castle walls by fear. It just strengthened his resolve further. He would slay the monster that had terrorized and disrespected his family so the world could once again be safe for her to explore. But first, he had to find the monster.

Gwyn began to describe the wolf that had attacked her, and with every detail she gave, Artorias began to try and create a mental image of his foe. Large, dire height, a solid and stocky build. Dark gray eyes, slate gray and white fur with charcoal speckled markings. Most formidable though were those spiked, serrated teeth she described; those could be a problem. Art felt Gwyn shift in his grasp and he pulled back just enough to peer down into those swirled pools of lavender and mint. She was concerned for his safety. He simply gave her a little smile and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, squeezing her in his arms. "I promise I will be," he said. "I'm going to kill him and then you'll never have to be afraid of him again."

With his vow of vengeance made on behalf of her, Artorias slowly released Gwynevere and headed out of the infirmary. He rushed down the corridors and back out of the castle, hellbent for the Cedar Falls. He prayed that there would be some lingering traces of a scent there or some other clues as to where his target went. It ultimately didn't matter though. Artorias was going to find this fucker, and he was going to kill him.

- exit -

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"