Help me, Help me, there’s monsters out to get me

Ember grunted as she lunged for her father again, swinging her sword in a wide arc that collided with his own blade with a loud clash of steel. As her training had advanced, Ember had asked for more difficult lessons and challenges from her sword master sire. So Artorias had upped her lessons, training her out in the snow and ice to get her used to fighting in difficult terrain. With her daintier paws crunching through the fresh snow and ice, Em darted back and forth as best she could, trying to outmaneuver her father and land a strike on him, but no matter how fast she moved, she just couldn't find an opening. Artorias blocked or deflected her every strike, eventually locking their blades together where his greater size and strength overpowered her. With a growl, Ember was pushed aside, ready to go again until a nearby howl distracted the two Carpathians.

After exchanging a look with her father, she followed in the direction of the call. The wolf they found waiting for them was a russet and black woman similar in size to herself, looking alone and panicked. Ember could feel the anxiousness radiating off this fae like waves. Something or someone was chasing her. As her father greeted the stranger, Em hung back, studying her with curious eyes. A rise in the wind brought the wolf's scent to her and both Ember and Artorias tensed up when they recognized the familiar stench of the Syndicate. Em's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing this wolf now. She didn't recognize her; hadn't seen her during all the times she'd reconned the pack. So who was she? Was she a spy sent by the Saxes? Or was she a refugee trying to flee from them?

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"