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I Don't Believe We've Met

Artorias and/or Briar



Artorias

"I will shield you from the darkness"

The Hallows
Lord of Cinder

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
14209
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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1,795
player
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11-22-2022, 06:31 PM

Visitors to the Hallows was not an unusual occurrence, nor was it unwelcome. The sanctuary pack played host to wolves and sentient creatures of all kinds—some stayed and some moved on. So the call from a stranger at his borders did not alarm or surprise the Aegis, but it did intrigue him. Artorias was always interested to see who would show up to the pack. With the frequency of visitors increasing recently, he had gotten used to playing host, so it was easy for him to slip seamlessly from playful father to a pack of rambunctious pups into the refined alpha he needed to be. He left his children in Briar's care while he excused himself from puppy playtime, making his way out of the castle and through the gardens which by now were all in bloom, the wisteria trees a beautiful explosion of purple blossoms. Spring truly brought vibrant color and life back to the Hallows, and the castle's gray stone walls were draped in honeysuckle and ivy, the sweet fragrances of all the flowers lightly perfuming the air.

Artorias strode out of the castle gates with purpose, headed in the direction of the call. He came without sword or armor, feeling no need to come armed for bear just to meet someone seeking an audience with him. Not far from the border, he spotted the stranger—a monochromatic woman about half his height, sporting a set of ram horns atop her head. Artorias looked curiously to the stranger, approaching with a small yet welcoming smile on his lips. While dire wolves were not uncommon in these lands, he knew that a giant wolf like himself approaching someone smaller could be a bit unnerving, and he did not wish to spook his guest.

"Good day to you, Miss. Welcome to the Hallows," he greeted the young woman with a dip of his head. A subtle inhale caught the scent of other wolves amongst her—a pack wolf. "I am Artorias Carpathius, alpha of this pack. You called for me?" Artorias settled back to his haunches, relaxed and at ease while he gave his guest the chance to introduce herself and explain her purposes with him and his pack.

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


One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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