Aegis' and Warlord's

It still surprised Artorias to be able to stand at equal height with the wolf that had once appeared to be a giant to him. True, Artorias had no way of ever knowing who his father was, but dire genes were definitely something that had gotten passed down to him, it seemed. Now, being able to look the Warlord in the eye without having to crane his neck back, it really made the young wolf feel as if he'd grown into his own. A warm chuckle fell from the Aegis' lips and he nodded back to Seer. "The sentiment is mutual, you know. If you ever need me or the Hallows—you or your pack—you know I'll be there." Family was paramount, the one most important lesson Resin had imparted in him during their far too short time together. Sirius was family, the Fatalises were family, the Armada was family. Artorias protected what was his, just as Sirius did. The two wolves were not very unalike in that regard.

A touch of sadness darkened Artorias' expression while Seer explained how the Armada had fared the Long Night. One loss, and one deserter. Artorias scowled; anyone who abandoned their own during a crisis was a coward and lowlife of the highest order. "I'm sorry to hear of your warrior. I pray he's at peace." Amber eyes moved about the gardens, looking from the flowering wisteria trees to the leafy magnolias that had lost their blooms by now, and the assortment of flowers in between. "We were fortunate. The Hallows didn't lose anyone, however many of us were affected—some more permanently. My sister's girlfriend was blinded in one eye, and I have a wolf, new to the pack, who will sadly never walk again. She's only three years old." Artorias sighed and shook his head. Laeta's tragedy had come like a sucker punch, but there was nothing they could do about it now. They could only adapt, heal, and carry on.

Glancing up to the more normal moon and stars now, a strange little smirk quivered on Artorias' lips. "We did have an... unexpected visitor during the Long Night. My mother—our mother, Resin." He turned wily amber eyes back to Seer. "I don't know how, but she came back to us for a short while. It was..." Gods, what words even accurately described the emotions he'd felt during that moment when he saw his deceased mother in the great hall? "...It was like a dream."

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