The years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’

As had become his routine whenever he came all the way up to the Armada, Artorias set aside some time to connect with Sirius, to check in on his father-in-law and see how he and the rest of the Fatalis family were doing. Being on veritable opposite ends of the world made visiting a bit of a challenge, but for family there was nothing Artorias wouldn't do. So after everyone had gotten comfortably acclimated to the party, the Aegis found his Warlord counterpart and gave him the wordless look asking him to speak in private. It wasn’t urgent or critical, but he did want to know how his father-in-law was faring in the wake of… well, everything.

The soft black sand crunched beneath his giant paws, squishing between toe beans in a pleasant manner. The sound of the sea was calming, one of Artorias' favorite sounds, though he had to admit he had a predilection for the warmer coast of his home than the chillier climate of northern Boreas. As he waited, Artorias stood by the very edge of where the cool ocean water lapped at the grainy earth, gazing back and forth from the crowd of wolves gathered at the party and then out over the arctic sea while it sparkled underneath the late spring sun. A gorgeous sight...

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"