Aegis' and Warlord's

Artorias glanced over to Sirius when he felt the Warlord's paw rest over his, a half smile pulling at his lips while his heart warmed in his chest. He'd always regarded Seer as a father figure to him, and though he had come to terms with the fact that he would likely never know who his father really was, it gave him the rare gift of being able to decide who he treated like one. Sirius had always been there for him and his family and was the closest thing Artorias had to a dad. He would always be grateful for the Fatalis patriarch's presence and guidance in his life. Artorias couldn't resist a little laugh to hide his embarrassment while ears folded to his head and warmth touched his cheeks. "If I ever do get that honor, I hope I'd do right by them. The legacies of the Armada and Hallows deserve it," he replied. Preserving the Armada and the Hallows—and by extension, the Fatalis and Carpathius families—was the greatest honor Artorias could strive for in his lifetime.

Seer offered to reach out to a contact who specialized in companion animals that could help Laeta and Audra. He nodded to Sirius appreciatively. "I'll talk to them and see how they'd feel, but I'm sure they'd appreciate the assistance." Sirius didn't seem surprised when he told him that Resin had come back from Somnium to visit them. Artorias was about to question his godfather when Seer explained: Resin had also visited him, which was how he knew about Iolaire. Artorias' fire-emblazoned eyes moved to look curiously over the golden markings on Sirius' paw—the same golden hue that Resin had been leaking when she returned to the realm of the living. Artorias recognized the color and looked pensively over Seer's paw. It took a lot of strength for the young wolf to not cry as he thought about Resin or the loss they'd shared.

"I know she is," he replied in a low, somber tone. "Seeing her again—seeing her as herself—it was nice. For a moment, it felt like... like nothing had gone wrong. I could touch her and hug her and say goodbye." In the corners of his eyes, a few errant tears glistening with a teal glow began to form. Now his last memory with his mother wouldn't be watching a giant dire wolf tear her spine out, or seeing her broken, crumpled body strewn across the ground like a piece of meat. He'd been able to see the proud, noble wolf he'd looked up to since the day he was born and know that she still existed in the next world and that one day they'd all be reunited. Small comforts, but comforts nonetheless.

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