Good Comes With The Bad

The Bonfire Festival had been another rousing success! It had been the largest attendance of wolves from all walks of life come to celebrate, good times were had by all, and the Carpathian family had even been reunited and made whole! Artorias was over the moon with joy and waaaaaay over his limit with wine too as he stumbled into the castle with Briar helping him along, a huge toothy smile on his face as he giggled and laughed and sang incoherent songs in Carpathian all the way up the stairs to their bedroom. As was normal, Art liked to indulge in his wines during special events, and as usual his wonderful wife was there to help get him up into bed—and once they got to bed, their own personal festivities were only just beginning.

Both Artorias and Briar were lecherous drunks, so he knew his mate would be having her way with him once they got settled in for the night, and he was eagerly looking forward to it, tail giving an unsteady drunken wag while they stumbled down the corridors, the lovers pausing every few steps so they could share some kisses and groping paws until they finally managed to push open their bedroom doors and all but fall inside. While Briar went to get comfy on the bed, Artorias was pushing the doors closed with his body, all but slumping against them while he latched them closed for their privacy. With an inebriated chuckle, Art turned around to face Briar with a lustful grin, amber eyes ablaze with desire while he stalked over towards her—only for his mood to sober up a bit when he saw they weren't alone.

"Boooowen!" Art crooned with an obvious slur to his words, his expression lighting up. He padded unevenly over to his wife and sister in front of the fire, leaning down to plant an affectionate kiss on Bowen's crown. "Briar, look, Bowen's home! Hey, hey when'd you get back? I missed you!" Artorias flopped down on the rug on the opposite side of Bowen, sandwiching the littler fae between himself and Briar, clearly more intoxicated than his wife was. He gave a little snickering laugh when Briar asked if Bowen was okay and Art just flashed her a wide grin. "Of course she's okay! She's here, she's Bowen, and she's-"

Artorias' words drifted off as he reached a paw over to pull Bowen into a snuggle, only to find her slightly swollen sides with his paw. Art blinked in surprise, really focusing in on Bowen's body in the flickering firelight. She looked a bit rounder around the midsection—a bit too round to be from a few extra sweets. Panic immediately began to dawn in Art's inebriated glazed eyes as he tried to remember how long ago their cave trip had been and failing spectacularly to realize the impossibility. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! "Briar...!" Art hissed in a less than inconspicuous manner, looking to Briar with panic in his glassy eyes. "I think I got Bowen pregnant...!"

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"