The Range

His tour of Boreas' lands that he'd never gotten to explore before had brought Artorias out to the Range, a vast grassland of golden wheats and old farms. The obsidian and azure wolf had seen old human structures before, but none quite like these before! The large, derelict barn and old crumbling farmhouse still stood, wearing weathered coats of paint faded and worn from decades of exposure to sun and the elements. Across the plains, the familiar sight and fruity scent of the bordering orchard could be seen, its trees still bearing a few blossoms in the mid-spring weather that would eventually grow to be full fruits by the fall. The surrounding land was quiet, with a gentle warm breeze rippling the grasses around him as he drew nearer to the buildings. Artorias, ever keen to explore the ruins of creatures that came long before him, approached the abandoned barn and homestead, sniffing about for the presence of anyone else who might be nearby.

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