The Gargoyle and the Princess

Of all the many titles Artorias carried, "father" had to be the one he was most proud of. Sure "Lord of Cinder" was cool and regal, but nothing brought him more joy than being the sire to his dozen amazing children. He would stop everything at the drop of a hat for any of them, come to their aid, support them and love them unconditionally. That's why Dusk's request to meet in the Council Chambers was met with willing acceptance in an instant. The sapphire and obsidian dire wolf sat in his chair at the head of the unlit table, idly studying the pack effigies laid out across the lands of Boreas and Auster while he waited on his daughters to show up. Dusk hadn't been specific in her request for an official meeting, just cryptically stating that she and Bramble needed to talk to him about something. His mind wandered while he waited, wondering what they wished to discuss that was so important. He had a hunch, but he was going to leave that ball in their court for now...

He wasn't kept waiting long before two sets of paws coming down the stone corridors reached his ears. Artorias glanced up from his musings and rose to greet both of his daughters with that fatherly smile so full of warmth and love that never truly left his face when he was with his family. Dusk was adorned in her battle gear as usual, and Bramble was also dressed regally with her jeweled tail cuff and her dagger around her shoulder. So formal, so official... Dusk was as austere as ever, but Bramble seemed nervous.

Art raised a curious brow at the pair of Carpathians, waiting until they'd joined him at the table before addressing them. "Oh boy, this looks like trouble... Okay, where's the body and how long do we have to get rid of it?" A wry smile was turned his daughters' way, clearly jesting with them. He might have been the alpha, but he was still a goofball of a dad at his core.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"