Down

If there was one thing the Long Night had taught young Artorias, it was the value and preciousness of life. He'd been blinded, left in madness and darkness, and forced to watch his pack and family suffer through an unknown illness with no way to help them. He'd been a prisoner within his own home, helpless and trapped. Now with the life-giving sun returned and the world recovering back to normalcy, Artorias made himself a commitment—a New Year's resolution of sorts, if you will. He had put off traveling and seeing the world like he'd always wanted to do since he was a puppy in favor of supporting his family and the Hallows. He'd given up all of his childhood to follow the Now he would live a little bit for himself.

Artorias began his ventures closer to home. With everyone still recuperating from the terrors of the Long Night, he didn't want to venture too far from home, lest anyone need him for something. Still, as he neared the tranquil creek, its clear and cool waters flowing mellifluously over a bed of pebbles and stones, the young brute couldn't help but wonder why he'd never taken a walk down this way before. His large blue and black form stood in stark contrast to the environment while he pushed through the cattails, listening to the croaking of frogs and the chirping of birds in some nearby trees. Had he not just lived through the apocalypse, it would've been hard to believe it ever really happened.

As he strolled, a familiar scent caught his attention. Turned out he wasn't the only one going for a walk this morning, it seemed! He scanned the creek for any signs of- ah, there was the smaller wolf! "Good morning, Sota," he greeted the tiny male basking on a rock amidst the creek. "Getting a little fresh air too?"

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