Lord Arutha Sly of Silver Hill

Arutha Sly, Gilnean Lord of Silver Hill, who, on top of his own regrets, struggles with the primality of his Worgen curse.

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[elizadawson]

Counting to Ten

“Damn it, Liza! Are you daft?! Stupid little girl, you could have been killed!” Arutha raised his head, and his voice. His eyes glared downward at the woman broken on the ground. She was broken like the wood around her and the scraps still flying through the air. He breathed in the foggy morning air. One… two… control your anger… three… stay calm… four… damn it, Eliza…

The man towered over her, and that was an understatement. He may as well have been a giant. The Gilnean fell to a knee, somehow still in human form despite his emotions running wild. One stern finger jutted into the center of Eliza’s chest and threatened to break her skin. He would never lay a hand on her, but his words could pack a punch.

“Get your paws off me, you big dumb wolf,” his screaming had brought tears to her eyes. Eliza’s heavy Gilnean accent fired arrows from her mouth and hit their target. The arm that wasn’t broken backed up her words. It struck Arutha’s hand like lightning to knock him away.  

Five…. six… she’s sick… seven… but she’s a dumbass… eight…

Victory. The man braved his inner beasts and somehow took the blow with grace. He recoiled his hand, only to jut it beneath the protesting girl and lift her body lighter than a bough of hay. Though, fodder was so much less annoying.

“Simmer down, Liza,” the Lord sighed, finally. He was getting too old to be chasing his sister down cliffs. “We’re going to get you to the doctor. And then to a pillory, so that you can’t ever pull that stunt again.” Arutha’s icy glare could have frozen lava. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I wanted to try hang-gliding before I -DIE-.” There it was: the harsh, dry reality that she loved to bring up. Arutha’s face twisted into a scowl. The thought of Eliza’s inevitable demise was the reason he was so angry. How could she be so careless? She knew she was fragile. Did she even take her medicine? Her bones shouldn’t be -this- weak. His thoughts and his heartbeat raced. A broken arm… Nine… it could have been her neck…

A silent night echoed the sounds of boots and angry breathing. Eliza lay wordless in her brother’s arms, with lines of salt streamed down her face since the realization had set in. He was right. Arutha was always right. How dumb could she be? This meant she couldn’t hold her bow again… not that she could often, anyway. She just wanted to use the glider. It looked like so much fun. And now she lay broken, just like she always would.

Her brother couldn’t look at her. He carried her like a coffin in his arms. This could have been fatal. Doctor Scarlinsky knew to expect them by now. After all, it was a new break or fracture every week. Those fragile bones weren’t meant for Azeroth. Once Eliza was safe, Arutha collapsed from exhaustion with his heavy shoulders on the medic’s tent. The cool night air stung in his eyes. A deep breath followed, and from it, one word was sighed: “Ten.”

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[chaseconley]

The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”

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#bellarutha aesthetic

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A sketch made by a friend years ago, depicting a likely scenario involving an Modern AU Arutha and Isabella with snapchat.

Still warms my heart.

[london-riker]

The scent of rain loomed overhead the Lord of Silver Hill. Magic was hanging low in the air. Arutha Sly stepped into swirls of blue, and rays of gold, and streams of purple that painted the scene with electric waterfalls. A chuckle left his lips. When his advisor asked to meet in the courtyard, he’d thought she meant for business. He approached the blue-robed sorceress and watched her raise her hand.

“You can’t be serious, Cat—“ The Gilnean Lord ducked just in time to avoid an onslaught of golden sparkles. “What are you throwing! — Is this glitter?!” Unbelievable. He was laughing now as he rose and ran a hand through his hair… just in case. That icy gaze was so seldom warm these days, but the right mage could light a fire.

And light that spark she did. Lilyan Compton was a woman of many talents, specifically in the art of magic, and in the much more complex versings of Arutha Sly. Who else could make him smile this way besides his little Cat? She’d done it for fifteen years, now, and had strategized fifteen more, at least.

“Come on, now, chipper up! I taught you how to use it!” Lily scoffed through her smile. Like a conductor at the podium of a grand orchestra, the mage danced her arms about, twirling her fingers with expert precision to make all of the magic collect around him. Time froze as he felt the stuff - whatever it may be - pulsate with his heartbeat. As each particle touched his skin, it gave him a tingle of energy that he had not felt before.

Arutha Sly had experienced many types of pleasure. The pleasure of winning a banter war against the silverest of tongue. The pleasure of a foreign woman’s touch in his chambers late at night. The pleasures of becoming a father, and of becoming a lord. But this was something different. This was pure magic.

It frightened him a little. A proud Gilnean man would never show it, but something about those little beads of arcane made him sweat, and his lust for knowledge grew. After all, Arutha was naturally curious about all things that left him frightened, even down to the woman he had fallen in love with. He raised a curious hand to roll the ball of energy between his fingers. “You’re a mad woman,” he smirked, reluctant to keep on.

Lilyan’s hands were in her hair, coiling her blonde strands back into perfection. Her image was never too unkempt for long. With an crafty little laugh and a push of her glasses, the woman quirked a brow. “Love, I am the -most- sane woman you know.”

Arutha thought. He couldn’t argue that. “… I can’t argue that.” The man smiled, but only for a second. His eyes widened as they focused on Lily’s hands. The conductor had dropped her baton. Sorcery gathered at his will, and he was running the light show, now. Those colorful beams went flying every way, hitting trees, and water, and her hair, making it fall down her back right after she’d fixed it. He grinned wolfishly.

Lily’s scowl! It could braze armies. She raised her hand and dispersed the magic like a concert hall gone silent: everything stopped suddenly, and all at once. Arutha could still feel the aura pulsating in his palms. This was addictive. With a few skips, the robed magi reached him, and lifted his hands to spread palm-side with hers. Warmth. “I told you, Arutha, you have magic in you. But I can see you’ve decided to use it for -evil-,” her knowing verdant eyes flared over the top of glass crescents. She shook out her hair to prove a point.

Arutha’s grin hadn’t faltered. He left one hand on Lily’s, and moved the other to tuck a blonde tresse past her ear. “I suppose we’ll both try something new, Kitty Cat,” that nickname spoken slyly, it was one he seldom used. He looked closely at the woman who was smiling now. That smile was warmer than any aura that could manifest in these dark, dusky lands. He made a decision to keep it there. “You are the magic in me. Every bit of wonder I have left, Lilyan, was brought here by you.”

They stared at each other in an odd way for two friends. The spark she lit beneath him was emblazoned in her cheeks, and his heart was beating faster than when he’d first felt magic. Lily knew he didn’t love her back, but sometimes, the man said things that made her wonder. These were the only times the scholar couldn’t think straight. With a gentle gasp, her eyes shuttered, and she raised her arms slowly…

… to sprinkle glitter into his hair.

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[dappermouth]

“Cruel,” he thought, “how stories go—with men as heroes, wolves as foes.”

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His face, though, he could never disguise—the coat of a man cannot hide a wolf’s eyes.

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a stranger came from deep in the woods—cursed by men, a lord among wolves

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Arutha Sly, made in Black Desert Online and his face-claim, Michiel Huisman.

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The Lord of Silver Hill paid a fortune to have this portrait commissioned, based upon hoarded sketches that were locked away in his office.

When he first hung the portrait up, the Lord Sly’s fiance furiously disappeared into the woods and didn’t return for weeks, yet to this day it remains so that all of the settlement can look upon its original founders, though none spend more time staring at it than he.

Arutha calls it, Ghosts.

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