Ornstein And Artorias: Arguing

Ornstein and Artorias: Arguing 

Lucette: Good grief, can you two kiss already and stop this strange flirting method?

The Wolf and Her Human Pup

I think its finally time to talk about Sif and Lucette’s relationship. Prepare for wholesomeness.

-Sif was the one who found Lucette in the forest when she was 7. As Lucette was injured and just barely coming back to consciousness, she laid down next to her and howled for Artorias. When the giant knight appeared, Lucette, already frightened and confused, started to cry from fear. It was only when Sif shown her that Artorias was safe and meant no harm that Lucette allowed to come near her.

-Before she began to trust Artorias, Lucette trusted Sif first. When walking, she would stay on one side of Sif, keeping her between herself and Artorias. At night, she would curl up near Sif. Admittedly, this wasn’t a good arrangement because anytime Sif stiffened up in alert, it would startle Lucette awake and she would end up getting little sleep. Very unhealthy.

-After a while of traveling together, Lucette started to put more and more trust in Artorias. And alongside that, her faith in Sif also increased. Due to her small size, she would sometimes ride on Sif whenever she got tired while walking and would play with her in rivers and streams.

-Whenever the group passed through towns, Sif, as instructed by Artorias, kept close to Lucette and steered her away from unsafe areas. Lucette made sure to never stray far from Sif. Any suspicious person that drew too near were quickly warned away with a deep growl.

-When they arrived in Anor Londo, Lucette held onto Sif’s fur as they walked through the palace, into the throne room. Sif served as a source of comfort and gave Lucette a sense of protection and familiarity in the strange unfamiliar place during a very uncomfortable moment. When she was introduced to the entire court as Artorias’ daughter, the increased tension in the room caused Sif to go into alert mode and growl softly, daring anyone to try to hurt her. This made it clear that Artorias meant what he said and said what he meant.

- Sif is Lucette’s unofficial babysitter when Artorias is away or just not around to keep an eye on her. And she is perfect for the job. If Lucette is hungry, she’ll quickly make her way to the kitchens and return with something for Lucette to eat. As a thank you, Lucette usually shares half of her meal with her (if its safe for wolves). It quickly became commonplace for servants and courtiers to see the two sitting in a spot around the castle, sharing a meal. 

-To add onto the reason why Sif is the perfect babysitter, she, just like her master, is very protective of Lucette. Anyone that dares to raise a hand against her will receive teeth and claws.  This especially applies when Lucette is pregnant. Depending on Lucette’s mood and your relationship status with her, Sif will growl at you if you try to touch her stomach.

-Speaking of pregnancy, Sif gets Auntie status.

-During the suitor ritual, Sif sits nexts to Artorias and adds to his intimidation factor. If she senses ill intentions, she will growl in warning. Once, one of the suitors who refused to kneel for Artorias’ blessing for marriage, dared to speak ill of Lucette in front of him. With just a split second of eye contact from Artorias, Sif mauled him.

-When she was first introduced to Koray, as Lucette’s bf, she was wary at first, as not many of Lucette’s lovers liked Sif. Most feared her. Koray, though nervous, did not. He knew from the stories Lucette told him, that Sif was very intelligent and could sniff out lies. So respectfully, he greeted her as he would another person, bowing to her and, much to Lucette’s surprise, crouching down to let her sniff his face. Both were very relieved when Sif licked his face, approving him.

-When the two got married, Sif was the ring bearer. And Lucette made sure to save a dance with her. And Lucette makes a flower for her to wear for the special occasion.

-Whenever Lucette’s children are born, Sif always sniffs and licks them as a greeting to the world. Sif is very protective of all the babies and will not hesitate to maul anyone who tries to hurt or take them. Try it. She dares you. Let’s see how fast you can run from a wolf.

The Love of the Wolves

“Mommy!” Lucette startled at the cry that echoed through the halls, looking up curiously from the book she had been reading. 

Who on earth said that? 

Her question was answered by the sound of pattering little feet, followed by the appearance of a dark skinned toddler dressed in blue colored clothing running into her room. She smiled in motherly affection at his appearance, setting aside her book to welcome, Idmaer, one of her firstborn sons. Though, it was strange to see him without his twin brother at his side. This was all forgotten at the sight of his face streaked with tears, sending a wave of concern through her. 

“Sweetling? What’s wrong?” 

Without hesitation, Idmaer climbed into his mother’s lap, tucking his face under her chin as he sniffled. 

“Auntie Sif growled at me!”

 Fighting against the instinctive parental alarm, Lucette wrapped her arms around her child, frowning in confusion. Sif rarely growled at anyone, unless they had ill intentions. Especially not at the boys. She lets them get away with almost everything. If she growled at Idmaer, it meant he did something that caused her harm. 

“Well, what did you do?” She asked gently, stroking his braided hair. Idmaer’s chubby face frowned up at her, pouting. 

“Nothing!”

 Lucette tilted her head forward as she raised a single eyebrow with a knowing look in her eyes. She knows her son. She knows how he can get when he’s overly excited and focused on play. At his mother’s gentle scolding look, the little boy sighed and poured more. 

“I pulled her tail.” 

Yup, that would do it. No animal likes having their tail pulled. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“I didn’t mean to! I was trying to get a stick out of her fur!” 

Lucette figured he didn’t do it completely on purpose. But children were rough and clumsy and aren’t known for having fine delicate hand eye coordination. 

“Did you tell her that you were going to do that before you did it?” 

When Idmaer looked away, she knew the answer was no. He thought of an idea and yet did it. 

“That was very mean, Idmaer. You shouldn’t have done that. How would you like it if I just walked up to you and pulled your hair?”

Ashamed, her son bowed his head, looking morosely at his feet. 

“Sad. And mad.” 

“Exactly.” 

“But why did she growl at me?!” He questioned, looking to his mother for answers.

“Sif growled at you as a way to tell you that you were hurting her. She cannot speak, Sweetling. So she has to show you in a way that would make you stop.” She explained gently. She let her son sit in silence for a bit as he thought about it, his nose scrunching up in a manner she knew meant he was thinking hard. 

“I wasn’t being very nice, Mommy.” 

“No, you were not.” At the soft scolding, tears welled up in her son’s blue eyes, an exact replica of her own pair. 

“Auntie Sif mad at me?” 

“Oh Sweetling, Auntie Sif can never be mad at you. Neither you or Leofred. She loves you far too much to do so. But you did hurt her and she deserves an apology.”

Her son nodded his head in agreement,  climbing down from his mother’s lap and holding her hand tightly as they walked to the playroom where the children and Sif had been playing, wiping some of his tears on the soft fabric of her dress. They enter to the scene of a sleeping Leofred propped up against the wall with a book open on his lap, ontop of Sif’s head. The wolf, who had been lightly dozing with her head on the child’s lap as the boy had been reading, perked up at Lucette and Idmaer’s arrival, tail wagging. Smiling at the adorable scene, Lucette led Idmaer a few feet away from Sif. 

“Sif, Idmaer has something to say to you. Idmaer, what do you say to Auntie Sif?” Sif, interested, rose up from her spot on Leofred’s lap and trotted over to Idmaer, staring at him inquisitively. Idmaer sniffled, wiping his face a hand as he quietly apologized. 

“I’m sorry I pulled your tail, Auntie Sif. I didn’t mean to do it.” Sif sniffed at Idmaer’s face, intelligent bright eyes scanning over the tiny child, before gently licking at the tear streaks on his face, showing her forgiveness of the childish mistake. Idmaer giggled at the ticklish sensation and soon was laughing and squealing loudly as Sif licked his face harder, tail wagging as she hopped around. 

Now holding a sleeping Leofred in her arms, Lucette smiled at the heartwarming scene, heart full. Bending down, she placed a kiss on Idmaer’s head (as that was the only spot that wasn’t covered in wolf slobber) and scratched behind one of Sif’s ears before leaving the playroom, the sound of laugher and barks echoing in the hallways behind her as she carried her son to his room for a nap.

The End

A family isn’t always a mom, a dad, and two kids

Sometimes its a tall nonhuman knight, his very intelligent wolf, and a little orphaned girl

I’m getting carried away with drawing Ornstein in pretty outfits.

now I’m contemplating jewelry.

I need to be forcefully stopped

@umbrclflame When was the last time you worked on A Knight’s Resolve?