Defend What's Mine

Artorias had set out for the strange new land while Dusk was out on patrol. Internally she was livid that he'd gone without her, but externally she was cool, calm and collected. She'd learned that showing her anxiety physically upset others and made them worry, and making others worry about her was the last thing that Dusk wanted.

A few others had been late to the party as well and had wanted to join her. Dusk had already strapped on her armor and donned Whisper. She was ready to head out and wasted no time, throwing herself into a distance eating lope. Perhaps they could catch up with her father's party.

The land changed and, before they even came close, Dusk could see the spires reaching up into the sky like giant, boney spikes. Her pace slowed as they neared. Coming to one of the stone spires, Dusk gave it a sniff. It didn't smell like much of anything other than old, musty earth. Lifting her prehensile tail, the obsidian woman cast a cutting blow towards the stone with her weapon, Whisper creating sparks as metal scraped over the stone.

"Dusk Carpathius"