Rub-a-dub-dub

Alastor · 10-30-2020, 12:23 AM

The massive form of the black and red brindled wolf plodded leisurely behind the ghost-like female guiding him through the gargantuan forest like a beacon of light amongst the dense greenery. Alastor peered up at the humongous trees, briefly wondering how long these trees had been alive and how they had gotten as big as they were. His thoughts were distracted by the sound of flowing water somewhere nearby. Black eyes snapped back to the backside of his leader, making sure to not lag too far behind her. His paws moved in time with hers, carrying both of them through the woods while the gurgling sound of running water got closer and closer until a small brook appeared cutting through the trees like veins in a body. Still smiling to himself, Alastor picked up the peace to a brisk trot, practically bouncing past Lurid with a smirk to her as he made his way to the water's edge.

Alastor padded forward until his paws were in the cool water. The dark-furred man leaned his muzzle to the water, taking a long drink before rearing back to peer at his blood-smothered reflection in the water's surface. His eyes ran over the grinning visage staring back at him, then lifted a paw and smashed it down into the water with a splash and a laugh. Turning his eyes briefly back to Lurid, he asked, "Are you joining me, Lu Lu, or just enjoying the show this time?" before laughing and hurling himself into the water with a giant splash of water in all directions. The sensation of the cool water rushing over and around his body felt refreshing and invigorating, faded clouds of red blood flowing off of his body in the process. The water was not very deep, and Alastor was able to stand on the riverbed with his head easily above the water. He turned around, his wet fur sticking to his neck and flinging sprays of water all around. He grinned back at Lurid, wading through the gentle current and letting it wash him clean. The slightly chilly water was an amazing contrast to the warmer summer day—not that summer in the north was anything overbearing to begin with.

"So where is your adorable little tyke right now?" he called out to her with a playful wink as he used a paw to pull some of his clumped fur apart to clean it off.

"Speech" — Thoughts

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