Shanghaied

Now it was Artorias who rolled his eyes at the tough guy attitude the pirate in protest put on, still refusing to eat or drink or even face him. Was the wolf really this stupid or was he just trying to be aggravating at this point? Was there even a difference? "Nobody has called for your death. You can calm your theatrics, princess. Like I said, we're a sanctuary pack. That includes healers and fighters as your dumbass pack very quickly found out. And fighters tend to not be too pleased by intruders trying to break down our doors in the middle of the night unannounced and uninvited." Regardless of how Artisan saw the pirates' actions, they were actions of violence and instigation. The Hallows was open to all upon the promise of peace. Had Sparrow approached with her lot and asked for shelter for the night, they'd have found it along with food and wine. Instead, they'd assumed to take it after attacking his wolves. They were the aggressors, and he even admitted as such by claiming he went willingly "into battle" and would do so again.

Artorias snorted in ridicule and bewilderment. "Gods, are you really that much of a fucking idiot or are you just that stubborn? Look at yourself. You are sitting alone in a cell, miles away from home, starving yourself to death. How did you end up in there? You 'willingly followed your King into battle' and look what it got you. She abandoned you, and the only one who said a thing was that crazy old bitch who probably has fewer days left in this world than you do right now as she turned tail and limped off as well. That's who you're pinning your hopes on? What were you all even expecting attacking us? Were you all that deluded and insane to think you stood a chance at all and that there'd be no repercussions? That we'd just laugh off an attack on our home in the dead of night and let you go on your way? Are you that delusional?"

Now it was Artorias who gave a hard laugh at Artisan's empty threats, rolling his eyes once more. "Riiiight... The pack that couldn't get past the front gate without getting their asses handed to them is going to burn the castle down. And that, what you just said, is exactly why I'm not letting you go. Burn down a hospital because you couldn't invade it the first time? I wanted to believe that you weren't that type of wolf, but if you mean what you say, then you're violent, unpredictable, a menace to this world. I sincerely hope that one of your loved ones' lives is never threatened by an illness or injury. I hope you never have to sit by and watch them die without aid because you made a piss poor decision to attack the only pack in Boreas or Auster that could help you." Artorias stood up, glancing between the stairs and Artisan's back once more. "I've already sent word to the other packs we're allied with. You and your 'brothers and sisters' are about to make a lot of enemies and life is about to get much harder for anyone who calls themselves a pirate. If you want to die for a wolf who abandons her own, maybe I'll give you to my godfather up in the Armada. I've heard he's got quite the bone to pick with you pirates, and he tends to be less merciful than I am."

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