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"What is that thing you're staring at? You almost looked lost for a moment."

"I... I don't quite know..."

"Must have been a gift from one of the others. I'd say we should go to thank them, but the Gala's been over for a while now. We'll have to find them later."

The larger arcanine sighed, slowly turning towards Oakwen with a small bow of his head.

"I am sorry if my foolishness caused you any trouble. Thank you for getting me out of the pool. I owe you a great debt."

Toasty picked up the strange object with his mouth, attempting to throw it over his back. However, he was too weak to lift the heavy object. Artorias politely nudged him aside and took up the strange gift. It felt weightless in his maw.

"Pleaffs, haff a good mnight."

The two Arcanine have departed. Our story now continues.

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The Arcanine felt his legs wobble beneath him, yet he still tried to force the illusion of a calm demeanor. He had not fully heeded Oakwen's words of practice and experience. Even when there is little difference, it is still something one must master with time.

"Ah... This is quite something else. Well - If Dr. Firepaw can dance on two legs, I'm sure I can do a simple walk...right?"

The older canine took in a breath, lifting one foot off the ground. In the mere half of a second that it took to lift that paw, Artorias felt his balance falter. He tried to correct himself with a return back to his fours. But, he made the mistake of not knowing where he was falling.

Directly into the pond below.

"...bugger..."

He flopped around for a few moments, yelling out obscenities until he found himself sinking beneath the surface of the cool water.

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In the few seconds that Artorias' head was under the pond's cool waters, he began to accept fate. But he felt something pushing towards his body towards the surface. He felt the air brush against his face, along with the tickle of fabric against his lips.

He bit down.

The Vaporeon landed upon the wooden planks of the bridge, the up-swell behind him dissipating into a thin mist that partially engulfed the gazebo. There was an uneasy feeling as the Vaporeon approached closer, like a cold wind emanated from his very presence. The water beneath him erupted with the sound of another up-swell, lifting Artorias higher and higher above the water.

"I could not imagine what would happen if The Furred Dragon of Dead Oak died in such a horrid manner... It is unbecoming of a hero."

The water sank back down, pulling the dog back below the surface. After a moment, there was a splash - a wave smashed into the gazebo's bridge with a soaked Artorias carried within.

"Well, at least he is alive."

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"But, you're confusion is not misplaced. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to provide an explanation. Consider me a simple deliverer, giving something to the man you were conversing with."

The Vaporeon muttered, slowly turning his attention back to the body of the passed out Arcanine.

"You know, that man was once one of the fiercest warriors from the war. His accolades brought him to my attention, but I can tell time has been cruel to him. That's why I came bearing this gift... Something he can use to better himself."

"Just set our package next to him."

The sword did not say a word, but simply followed his order. It floated closer to the arcanine, gently setting down the item that was so delicately held in his clutches. The second the item touched the ground, the weapon quickly returned to it's wielder - slipping under the Vaporeon's cloak.

"This will be all the more confusing, I am sure. But in time, everyone will understand our intentions. Take care."

The sea creature fell back into the lake, barely registering a sound as he dived down into the dark waters.

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