Silver Island

Sota joined him on the shores and Artorias exchanged a smile with his diminutive companion. He was always grateful for Sota's company during their exploration trips. Not many in the Hallows shared his passion for roaming foreign or strange lands, but he knew he could always count on the pack's moth athletic member to join him on an adventure! Sota led the charge up the shore and towards the lush jungle on the island before them, Artorias chuckling and replying, "By all means!" The dire wolf followed his companion up the pale sands from the ocean and up to the tree line of the jungle.

Though isolated and remote, the foliage was filled with the sounds of indigenous and tropical wildlife. The cries of toucans and other warm climate-dwelling birds sang in the dense canopy of palm leaves. The occasional sounds of insects rose above the gentle lapping of the waves that surrounded them. There wasn't a strong scent of many land-dwelling mammals, but Artorias hadn't really expected there to be much in the way of prey on the island. Birds and fish seemed to be the predominant species here. Still, the Aegis inspected the wide-leafed plants, from the towering palm trees to the dense ferns on the ground as they walked along. It was all very different from what he was used to back in the Hallows. "This would make a great vacation spot if you were looking for some solitude. Or some really good fishing," Artorias noted with an amused smile as he watched a school of brightly-colored fish further out in the channel between the island and mainland Boreas.

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