Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Xillia]

"That was... the plan." she stared at the thief, an odd familiarity about him, something that made a fire flash beyond those azure eyes, an uncomfortable feeling quickly coming upon her. It was also in her interest now to protect her child, no matter the cost. Christina noticed an uneasiness in Artorias' movements and quickly added, "Dear... are you alright...?"

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias nodded, sliding down the wall. "Yeah, just fine. Just need some slee-..." He slumped over, eyes closed, passing out.


 
Void: Chuckles, looking into the shadows, watching Artorias via the shadows in their house. His dark presence could barely be felt, somehow merging with Artorias's presence. "So, seems Artorias isn't holding up well with his first introduction to the dark."


Night: Rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Whatever you old crone." He went back to polishing his greatshield.

 

[Xillia]

Christina knelt down and picked him up, laying him down gently in the bed, before shooing the thief out of her home, clearly upset over what had transpired. Slowly she crawled into bed next to him, curling her wings around him, her golden locks falling softly onto the pillow.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias shivered, a worried look on his face, the nightmare from before starting again, this time though, he didn't need any prompting to continue, a strange savage smile on his dreamself's face.

 

[Xillia]

She ran the back of her hand swiftly along his jawline, a slight frown of worry appearing on her own face as she watched him. Something was bothering her, and she wasn't sure what, he'd been a good man to her, she'd even decided to create a new being with him. To allow him to do something like that in total was... something beyond rare.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Void: Chuckled, dropping the spell, yawning. "Hopefully, that knight survives, I'd love to watch his nightmare come true."


Artorias shivered again, unable to find peace in his sleep, softly muttering, "please no, don't hurt her..."

 

[Xillia]

Her brows raised at his words, curious to the meaning and who he was dreaming about, either way, he was having a bad dream and she really felt uncomfortable now. Curling up tight to him, she shared her warmth, an attempt to give him a much more relaxed and serene feeling.


(Gonna crash guys. Time for nappy nappy sleep sleep time.)

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

( Night dear, sleep well. <(^,.,^)> )


 
Artorias sighed in his sleep, the dream seeming to have stopped, leaving behind a dim feeling of fear, and finally allowing him some peaceful sleep.

 

[Rook]

Adrian smiled under his mask as the thief fell out the front door, unharmed. He crept along the tree-line, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike... now! He jumped forward, bringing his blades around to strike. One met the middle of the thief's head, slicing cleanly through, while the other met his shoulder, cutting through his body until his spine. Before he could see the blood of his enemy, Adrian pulled his swords away, sliding them back into their sheaths on the back of his waist.


Then he noticed something- the thief still had his pack of stolen goods. He picked it up, examining the contents: a candle stick, some jewelry, a few gold pieces. Nothing of much value, but... he shook his head. There was no way he could go to that house again to return it. Well- as long as they didnt see under his mask, they wouldn't recognize him. Taking a deep breath, Adrian strode across the grass to the door, and knocked on the door quickly and quietly, half hoping they didn't hear it.

 

[Xillia]

She'd heard the faint noise, and rose from the bed. The odd events of recent left her in a small state of panic. She grabbed her blade from the corner of the room, and moved slowly towards the door, angel feathers behind her ruffling slowly. She rammed the wooden door wide open as the blade came to meet the throat of the bystander at the door. Only the tip grazing the flesh of the neck, not yet prodding in but staying there enough to scratch him.


"Who are you and what do you want!?" She demanded, her voice strong as her wings unfurled intimidatingly from the perch of her back, long blonde feathery hair accompanied by azure eyes flashing in the evening light. She tapped the sword on his chin to force his eyes up at her, and in a brief second she understood everything and gasped, letting the sword drop to the ground. "It can't be..." She welcomed him in quickly, "Come, come now. Sit." She pulled up a chair for him and slid into a longer dress that still remained a tight fit, but wasn't as revealing as her night gown.

 

[Rook]

He had stopped breathing. Did she recognize him? His plan was quickly disintegrating. Instead of entering the house, he held out the bag for her to take. Even if she didnt try to kill him, Adrian wasnt so sure about Artorias. They had fought before, himself being the aggressor. He shook his head slightly, before speaking. His voice was much more gravelly, thanks to the wounds at his throat that he had received in his battle with Isaac. "This belongs to you."

 

[Xillia]

"Adrian..." She mumbled, staring at him, utterly dumbfounded. She shook her head and forced him inside, "You damned fool, get in here!" She slammed the door shut behind him, letting out an expelled sigh before her wings furled back up, more proportionate to her back. "What on earth... has happened to you?" She stares at him intently. Gathering her sword, she placed it back in its sheath and just kept staring, unwavering eyes, keen on figuring out what had happened to him.

 

[Rook]

Adrian sighed, defeated. He dropped the sack on the table next to him, "I dont go by that name anymore" He said, crossing his arms. "Or any name, for that matter. Im just someone who will deliver justice to those who deserve it." With a grunt, he pulled off his mask, his hood dropping as well. His hair had grown long over the pst few months, reaching his neck, His right eye was blind, thanks to a target who gave him more of a fight than he was prepared for. "I never planned on seeing you or the knight again."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias rolled over in his sleep, falling off the bed, giving him a less then favorable wake up call. He slowly stood up, grumbling. He sat back down for a few minutes, trying to go back to sleep before giving up, getting back out of bed. "I really hate you.* He whispered, looking at the floor. "Wait....where's Christina?" He sighed, leaving the bedroom, going to start his search near the front door. He eventually walked into the room, standing still,looking at Adrian. "You..."

 

[Xillia]

Her eyes suddenly became soft as she looked at the floor, clearly she was worried about him. He had been an old friend of hers, whether he was taking a different route or not, she'd still try to help him. "Adrian... I..." It was then that her husband clanked into the room and glared at her guest. Clearly he was not content with the rouge being in their house.

 

[Rook]

He sighed when the knight entered the room, recognizing him. Adrian casually placed a hand on the grip of one of his blades, loosening it slightly. "Artorias" he greeted, his body tense and ready to spring to action. He may not be strong like the knight, but he was confident that he was far faster than his possible enemy.

 

[Rook]

(Dont die on me now, TSOW)

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias almost growled, noticing Adrian loosening his sword. He silently thought, "Knew I should have kept my greatsword on me." He looked Adrian in the eyes, holding his armored hands up slightly, planning on pushing the sword away and slamming him into the wall, "Are you really planning on attacking me in my home?"

 

[Xillia]

"Both of you stop it!" She exclaimed, immediately having to bring a consoling hand to her womb, to comfort the child from the intensity of her screaming. "Stop..." She began to let tears fall, "You were friends once... Why can't you be friends again?"

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias put his hands down, more because he didn't wish to upset Christina then because he wouldn't want to ruin the house with a fight. "Maybe because he tried to kill me the last time I saw him."

 

[Rook]

Adrian clenched his teeth. "I cant really explain it, but that wasn't me. But I'm not expecting you to believe me. I didn't come here for trouble, I was only chasing the thief that stole from you" he answered, gesturing to the bag on the table. "I returned your belongings. Don't try and fight me- your sword will be useless in here."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias growled, "I don't need my sword, it'd be easier to crush you with my bare hands. Now, how about you remove your hand from your sword."

 

[Rook]

Adrian scoffed. "You know, i normally wouldn't, thanks to that whole 'macho speech' you've got going on right now; ticks me off. But i will, so that i wont have to embarrass you" he answered, letting go of his sword. He didn't know why, but his fear of the knight had disappeared. Now, he was only afraid of Christina, thanks to her... Angelic abilities? He had no idea what to call her.

 

[Xillia]

"Both of you..." He lungs filled with air as one commanding voice expelled all the air, "KNOCK IT OFF!" She breathed heavily through her nostrils, keeping her hand firm over her womb, there was a child in there, and it needed delicacy from its mother. It certainly didn't need any unnecessary vibrations.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair. "Okay dear."