Action, meet consequence

Nothing terrified a father like hearing news that something bad had happened one of his children. It was news that Artorias would never fully be prepared for. Disobedience and breaking the rules he could handle with a stern gaze and firm words, but actual harm befalling his offspring? It was the young father's worst nightmare. So when he had been informed that Thorn had been injured, the dire wolf wasted no time running as fast as he could to the infirmary. His heart sank into his chest when he saw his son in one of the cots, surrounded by Briar and Gwynevere while they tended to him. His ear was bandaged, but even he could see the end of it was missing. Briar did her best to keep the upset sire calm, trying to explain everything to him. She had told him about Dusk sneaking off to the God's Garden, their daughter finding the razor wire and turning it into a weapon, of Thorn following her and the accident that followed. It broke Artorias' heart to think that his own children had done this to one another, and accident or not, Dusk had permanently maimed her brother by being careless and foolhardy.

Now the Aegis was walking down the long corridors to their chambers where Briar had sent Dusk to await her father's arrival. All the way there, Artorias debated how he wanted to handle this. Despite his upset over Thorn's condition, Dusk was still his child and he still loved her very much. But the little soot sprite of a pup had been reckless far too much for his own comfort, and this time it had injured her brother, an innocent bystander. Punishment had to be doled out. He was just grateful that this hadn't happened on Hallowed lands. Heavy pawsteps echoed down the empty corridor, getting closer and closer to the bedroom doors. Artorias stopped just outside them, staring at the dark mahogany frames for a moment while he mentally prepared himself. The brute took a deep breath, released it slowly, and then pushed the doors open.

Stepping inside, Artorias closed the doors behind him. This was a private matter and he didn't need any unwanted audience or interruptions during this talk. "Dusk," Artorias called out to his daughter as he turned around and stepped further into the room, his eyes instantly searching for her, "we need to have a talk, young lady."

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"