Treasure Hunt (RAID)

The two wolves grappled and struggled against one another for a short period, but eventually Artorias got the upper hand and was able to throw his opponent to the ground. However, in the close quarters scuffle, Artorias didn’t notice the pirate’s hidden blade, and only felt the sharp sear of the dagger as it pierced his foreleg. Teeth flashed in a snarl of pain, but Art didn’t let it slow down his momentum. He pushed his weight down to pin the smaller wolf beneath him, winding up on top of the pirate wolf who waved his paws in mimed surrender. Artorias accepted his surrender and did not attempt to further hurt the inebriated enemy, but neither did he let the wolf up either. This was their prisoner, a message sent to Sparrow to not try to fuck with the Hallows again. Unprovoked attacks would not go unpunished. Were his mother still the alpha, no doubt she would have killed the invaders.

The wolf below him squirmed and wiggled, and Artorias responded by pressing his weight further down on the golden wolf, fixing him with a hard leer. The pirate made a comment of hoping he would’ve been on top, pulling another flustered blush from the young alpha, then asked to be released to leave with his pack. Lips peeled back from sharp teeth in another snarl, giving him wordless warning to stop his resisting. "Stop struggling. You’re not leaving and I don’t want to hurt you." Artorias glanced back up to the fleeing pirates, shooting daggers at the departing Sparrow who didn’t bother to try to parlay or negotiate for her wolf’s release. She just left him behind. How heartless. She had led them in a doomed attack against a much stronger opponent without any care or regard for their safety. It was insulting, to both him, his pack, and her wolves, and now they would have to pay for her trespasses.

Turning fiery amber eyes back down to his captive, Artorias debated what he should do with the wolf. No doubt his pack would call for justice, but punishing the underling for his alpha’s misdeeds didn’t sit well with him. His injured leg was dripping blood steadily down onto the other male, marring his beautiful coat with stains of scarlet. He glanced around to his wolves, spotting Ulric and gesturing for the other dire’s assistance. "Help me get him in a cell," he said, gesturing to his injured and bleeding leg, then caught the attention of Romulus. "Close the gates. No one is getting in or out." While Romulus ran to seal the main gates, Artorias would move off of his prisoner to nudge him to his paws. "C'mon, get up. Get inside." Every step he took made Art wince to put his weight on his leg, but he was going to ensure the pirate was locked up until he could figure out what to do with him.

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