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ARTORIAS
Black. It was everywhere. Black and pain. The abyss had consumed piece by piece his sanity. Gone was the armor that had cursed him, but the curse remained. Blistering boiling pain as steel skin was peeled away piece by piece, torture that had ended his life. Ended his mind.
Stumbling drooling bleeding hungry. Teeth bared throat growled blisters burst and seeped.
Scent. He smelled. Black mist had consumed him almost entirely, the wolfish wraith staggering towards the scent, the smell. Head turned grabbing the metal left to him, the blade bending his neck but it was longer than his teeth. The silvery metal sparked when it hit stone as he stumbled towards his target.
Then he stopped stumbling, started walking. Then trotting. Then running, a twin-toned scream both equine and lupine tearing from his raw throat, as his mauled head swung, the greatsword singing as it cut through the air as Artorias, former corrupted Knight, leapt in a maddening charge towards his victim.
"Speech"
