Bamboo is just tall grass

The purple woman turned her head his way, but otherwise did not stop her casual strides. Artorias watched her curiously as she wove her way through the bamboo stalks like a serpent, stating that she didn't live down in Auster anymore. When she confirmed that she hadn't seen anyone else within the bamboo besides him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was a one-off instance of the paleo dire wolf then, a loner left behind at the end of the extended winter. When she stopped, he stopped as well, doing his best to prevent himself from careening into her smaller lithe frame. Gold-flecked eyes glanced up to the sky when she gestured to it and explained her plan. Walking in a straight line east made sense, since sooner or later one would have to emerge out the other side of the bamboo thicket. "That's a good idea, actually. Mind if I walk with you?" Not that he needed the guidance, exactly, but because she was such a small thing, and if there were any lingering threats in the labyrinth, he wanted to be able to protect her.

The woman led the way eastward and Artorias followed at her side, gazing around at the endless sea of bamboo around them with only a few rays of light filtering through the canopy. She explained that no, they hadn't met, although she did confirm they had known of one another's existence. Amber eyes blinked wide in recognition when she explained she'd been living in the Hallows for a short period and left before summer ended last year. "That's right, that's where I saw you," he said in realization. She'd been part of the band of purple wolves. Although she didn't smell like the band any longer. Had they broken apart in the past year? He decided best not to pry into that. "Are you headed anywhere in particular? I'm roving the southlands, if you'd like a companion." An innocent enough offer. If she was exploring too, they could roam together for a short while.

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