Written In Stone

Artorias flashed a warm smile back to Duchess when she dropped from the stone and sauntered closer to him, looking to him with gentle dual-hued eyes. "Deal. Next season. It’ll be spring then, and everything will be alive again. Much better weather for stargazing and watching weird rocks." Duchess turned to lead the way away from the Runestones then with graceful and sultry movements. They didn’t go unnoticed by the massive brute, who recognized the motions from when Briar or Bowen had lustful intentions for him, but he’d seen the voluptuous violet fae move this way since he first laid eyes on her. Perhaps this was just the way she walked? Or was she trying to catch the attention of the virile young brute who was doing all he could to keep his eyes from wandering places they shouldn’t be.

He was thankful for Duchess breaking his mind away from itself by asking about his pack’s crafts and trades. "Yes, we have. The castle has a wine cellar and distillery beneath it. We’ve gotten pretty good at making our own wine the longer we’ve been here. When we get back to my pack, I’ll get you a few choice bottles to try." he said with a wink to his lovely traveling partner. Not to pat himself on the back, since he had no hand in the manufacturing of the alcohol. He was very proud of his wolves’ talent though. "I know they use a thicket of grape vines to gather the fruit that grows down here. I’ve never been myself though." Judging by the direction they were headed, that would be their next stop.

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