a place to call home

With the advent of the sun back across the lands, Artorias was taking every opportunity he could to savor some fresh air and warm sunlight whenever he could manage. Today he was stretching his muscles with running laps around the castle walls, leaping from parapet to parapet like he'd always been born to do so. It was a dangerous feat, yet one he'd done since he was very young and getting familiar with his then new home. Feeling the cool coastal breeze rippling through his fur as he ran felt wonderful, and every day he was recuperating more and more of his strength in the wake of his illness. He was healing, the Hallows was healing, the world was healing, and it was amazing to see.

The timid call for him in a voice unfamiliar yet recognizable broke his attention from his workout. The dire brute slowed his gait, going from a run to a lope, then a slow walk as he made his way down the stairs from the high walls to the gardens down below. Crossing through the gardens on old cobblestone paths, he traipsed up to the terrace and saw Avantika's girlfriend waiting for him at the castle entrance, half-in and half-out. "Hello, Audra," he called to her from behind, offering her a friendly smile. "You called for me?" With a motion of his head, Artorias invited Audra out onto the terrace with him. It would be much nicer to talk out amongst the gardens and sunlight anyway.

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