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*Sota* · 01-17-2022, 03:53 PM

He seemed intently interested in what Sota had to say about his childhood, so he kept right on talking. It was hard to really put any of it into words, but he tried - his culture was ingrained in him even though he'd purposefully abandoned most of those ideals, woven into the very fabric of his being. At times Artorias looked like he had a million questions, and then he looked stunned, and finally when there was a lull in his little speech he let out an almost nervous laugh. "It was.. very much not at all like The Hallows. Imagine how bewildered I felt when I first crossed the sand bridge to Boreas." Truthfully, he'd been terrified and at first he'd regretted coming at all. Only time had softened the frantic need he felt to return home to the familiar. "Wolves your size absolutely terrified me. Took me a long while to get used to that one."

He stretched his forepaws a bit before he pulled himself upright, stepping off the rock and into the creek, heading Artorias's way. "The bowing thing? That's a good question. Honor and respecting your elders was a big thing back home.. honoring them no matter what. It was something we were taught to do. What you did to your enemies was one thing, but family? Your band? Something else entirely. " Sota gave a shrug. He'd since learned that he didn't believe that age meant anyone had been deserving of respect or dignity, not unless they earned it. "And yes, I can. Though I've been much more careful with it since breaking my leg years ago. I like to scale the castle walls instead - I'm surprised you've never seen me climb to the tower room. I don't take the normal route," he added, almost playfully, as he emerged onto dry land and gave his legs a quick shake.

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