Behind the curtain

Despite her concerns and uncertainties, Artorias was happy to hear Lia speak with conviction that this was the only home she wanted. He hoped that remained true, and he would do whatever it took to ensure it stayed that way—not just for her, but for all his wolves. They trusted him, relied on him, believed in his leadership; he would not let them down. No sooner had he gotten settled down, Artorias heard Lia shift and then felt her as she leaned down over him. Those petite paws that always seemed so delicate pressed into his shoulders with force and precision that always surprised him, but never disappointed. Each press into a knot of tension or sore spot in his muscles drew a low groan of delight and pain from Artorias, but it was most certainly not an unwelcome feel. It felt like relief and soothing. Even he hadn't realized the stress he carried with his title.

Unwittingly, Artorias let his eyelids close, so totally relaxed he was while Lia worked over his muscles. From shoulder to back she moved with practiced pressure, making his toes flex and curl in the soft grass. Although he despised the life she'd been forced to live in slavery, he could not deny that it had left her with some very handy skills, skills he was currently thoroughly enjoying. Low rumbling murrs of delight echoed in his chest, pausing only when he heard her question. "I didn't think I was, but I guess my body says differently," he answered with a husky chuckle. "I suppose between leadership and responsibility of the Hallows, the raid we dealt with, and now handling this prisoner, I've had a lot on my mind..."


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