Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias slept, constantly being plagued by images not only of death and destruction, but of him causing it, watching helplessly as his greatsword was brought up, before falling upon Christina mercilessly, a strange dark cloud rising over him, panting in his sleep, unable to wake up as the scene continued, his greatsword seemed...different, there were strange markings upon it, and the once grey steel turned black, as if his blade were made of obsidian. Eventually Christina couldn't block any more, her arms injured after the raining of blows, a cruel smile on his face as he lifted the greatsword once more, bringing it down upon Christina as the dream went dark, a little blood splatter and scream before it stopped, waking up in a cold sweat, doing his best t carefully get out of the bed, leaving the house for some fresh air, the images of the dream still so vividly clear.

 

[Xillia]

Christina was laying on her side, still in bed as he left, her dreams were blank, empty. She tried to recall a smoother feeling, a more relaxing tone as she slept, but could find none.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias shuffled back in, getting back into bed, snuggling up with Christina, yt not sleeping, forcing himself to stay awake.

 

[Xillia]

Her head subconsciously leaned against his shoulder, as she wrapped her arms around him, the long night was rough on her and she almost seemed like a little girl again. She had forgotten everything of the outside world in her little emptiness of sleep.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias softly smiled, looking his wife, before turning away, the same scene starting in his mind again, anger coursing through him that something as meaningless as a dream could upset him.

 

[Xillia]

Her eyes were shut as she stopped moving and remained still and silent in her sleep, she was close to her husband, the gentle fragrance of her hair floating to his nostrils, the sweetened smell of the new house doing the same.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias stayed snuggled up with Christina, letting the familiar smell of her and this house calm him down, still not sleeping, even though he knew he should get some he just couldn't.

 

[Xillia]

The moon shone through the window, catching her wings and golden locks as her sleeping figure began to seem appealing.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, looking at Christina, thinking back to much more, pleasant times (if you know what I mean~, ahem, anyways) he smiled softly, relaxing.

 

[Xillia]

Soon, the night had turned to morning once again, the warmth of the light moving her body, allowing her to awake into a pleasant daze.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias stretched softly and yawned, "Morning dear~"

 

[Xillia]

She awoke slowly this morning, sitting up as gently as possible, putting her hand on her stomach before looking at Artorias, "I am hungry..."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, getting out of the bed, "What are you hungry for?"

 

[Xillia]

"Something..." She yawned and stretched her joints, her throat was scratched and she didn't feel like talking until it was sated.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias disappeared from the room, walking back in a few minutes later with a glass of water, an apple, and a chunk of meat from a boar. "Will this suffice?"

 

[Xillia]

She nodded gently. "Yes it will, thank you very much."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, sitting next down next to her, giving her the food she asked for, smiling. "So how did you sleep dear?"

 

[Xillia]

"Well..." her response was bland yet that was truly how it was, she reached her hand up to her head as the heat of the morning grew. She gave her legs a proper stretch and stifled a yawn before allowing herself to eat the wonderful food placed before her.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias smiled, "Glad to hear that dear." He leaned back, smiling softly.

 

[Xillia]

As soon as she was finished she let out a satisfied sigh, her stomach was a little more extended than usual, but ever so slightly as to only she could notice the difference.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Sekeolath shook his head at his partner's incompetence, facepalming. "If you paid half as much attention as I do, you'd have waited to take the kingdom, and now we have a bunch of soldiers fleeing to the other, knowing that we might come."


Night shrugged, unconcerned, "So?"


Artorias booped her, smiling softly, "Thanks for flying me back here yesterday dear."

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

(Sorry I didn't have internet connection yesterday, but I caught up on what happened so were good.)

 

[Rook]

(can i jump back in after i update my character?)

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac approached the house and knocked on the door quietly.

 

[Rook]

The thief slowly climbed the wall, trying not to cause too much noise. He'd heard that two incredibly powerful warriors were living here, but that simply meant more loot to him. A stone loosened as he tried to pull himself up, causing him to fall. He held back a scream and stabbed into the wall with his dagger, slipping it between another two stones. Panting, the thief slowly pushed open one of windows and slipped inside.


Adrian watched the thief, planning his method of attack. He wanted to avoid damaging the house if at all possible- the window was his best bet. He would try to remove the thief before he killed him, leaving behind as little evidence of his presence as possible. He smiled under his mask- this would be a piece of cake. Adrian straightened his mask and pulled his hood over his head before sprinting to the wall and climbing upwards. His armor made no silence as the plates shifted, made for agility rather than total protection.