What Happens in Fenmyre...

By the time his paws reached the end of the dock, Artorias spotted the split-toned form of Chimera approaching him, a knowing look on the dire brute's face. He dipped his head in greeting to the King of Fenmyre, though the expression he wore easily betrayed his intentions. This was not a social call, nor was it a diplomatic venture. Tonight, Artorias was a client of the island. Approaching Chimera, Artorias could smell the scents of faes, heat, and sex all over the man's coat. He'd been having a good night, it seemed, and it was just a further reminder to him of what he didn't have now. Thanks in part to Chimera, he'd sampled that forbidden fruit with Bowen and discovered pleasures the likes of which his mind could never have comprehended prior. Now his sister was entangled with her lover, and his own was miles away on another continent. He was a defeated knight with no sword, a solitary king with no queen. What a sad state he'd found himself in.

Chimera made a comment about needing to blow off some steam, and Artorias responded only with a curt nod. He wasn't feeling much like talking right now. His jaw was clenched, teeth grinding together from the barely contained rage burning in his heart, poisoning him from the inside. Without a word, Artorias followed Chimera back to where the slave pens were on the opposite side of the island. The trip was made in silence, neither brute needing small talk to be at ease in the other's presence. They arrived at the pens, and the king leaned against a post as he offered up his suggestions like a sommelier recommending a perfect wine. A woman, someone to rough up before breeding her. A powerful tremor ran down Artorias' back, instinctive urges rising within him at the mental images Chi's words crafted in his head.

Artorias stepped up to the pens, peering inside, amber eyes almost glowing with the burning need for violence and control. The slaves varied in size, shape, gender, age. Looking between them all offered him little in the way of making the decision easier. Right now, all Artorias wanted was to sink his teeth into someone and let the rage spill out. He was tired of containing it, smothering it, pretending like it didn't exist. He wanted to bite someone—although the scents coming off of Chimera were reminding him of what else he could have, a lingering temptation in the primal part of his brain. Looking between the scared faces of each slave was almost enough for Artorias' good side to win out over his anger... until his eyes landed on a slate-gray fae in one of the pens.

The young brute froze and leered in at her, holding her gaze for a long moment. She wasn't the exact same colors as Oxx and she was significantly more plain, but she was close enough that in the dim light he couldn't tell the difference and it was enough to flare up that fire inside him once more. His mind had been made up before he even said the words. "Her." Stony eyes turned to find Chimera again. "What do you want for her?" Chimera was a direct wolf; he would tell him what he needed or wanted in exchange for all the things he may or may not do to her. Supplies, luxuries, a task completed... Right now, Artorias would be willing to pay almost any price for the satisfaction he sought.

"Artorias Carpathius"