If You Only Knew

By the time Alastor began to explain himself, Lurid was deep in her thoughts. Sitting there in the frosted leaf litter of the redwoods, she studied his face as he began to speak, though he sounded far away - like someone had shoved cotton in her ears. With every syllable, he got clearer, until she could only focus on the sound of his voice, the broken cadence of it echoing in her mind as she attempted to keep herself from fixating. He was leaving her because he would birth monsters? 'What the fuck did he expect to breed with me?' Her thoughts circled around this, they were demonic gods on this plane, did he not expect monsters to spring from their union?

Her shaking stopped, the problem already solved in her eyes. By the end of his speech, even though he felt the weight of the world crash in on him, Lurid was grinning in an expression that said she thought he was foolish. She couldn't fault him, this time. He only wanted to do what he thought was best, what he imagined to be the safest course of action, not thinking for a second about what she might want. Honestly, Lurid had expected someone else posed a threat to her claim, she knew better but the thought was wont to cross any woman's mind at some point.

Swallowing against the lump in her throat as relieved tears welled in her eyes, Lurid released a crystalline breath into the air, shaking her head as she looked down at her good paw. "You beautiful fool," she stated with a soft, low chuckle. Alastor thought his cock was a threat to her, that his seed would somehow sprout hellish beasts, grotesque and hideous. "What are my titles? Lurid Amarix, Night Mother, Empress of Mirovis, and Mother of Monsters. I am the Dark Messiah, The Vengeful one, Harbinger of Death." It had been announced before the pack that she would not only be the next Night Mother of Mirovis, but the shamans had prophesized she was also the Mother of Monsters. In her blood ran the materials for hellish beasts, not his. Maybe this reminder of destiny would help steady his mind and aid to clear his conscience. He didn't really want to leave her, did he?

The Amarix line was rife with monsters, her own great-great-grandfather had a reputation as an emotionless beast who only existed to end life - a reputation he utilized with the utmost glee. He had been the last Amarix born with silver brindling as well, and now Lurid held the same pelt. She was foretold to bring horrors to this earth, it was something she looked forward to. She looked him over, moving closer to him and bridging the gap to nudge him gently with her shoulder. "You say he cursed you, I say he made a prophecy come to fruition. This is not a curse, dearest, it is a sign. We are extremely volatile on the best of days, Dread Father, I would expect nothing less from our children without some weird being in a robe saying they would be. Why do you run from this now?" She addressed him by his title on purpose, letting him know she would not release him so easily, and he was not excused from his role. The same being had also visited her and had refused to heal her broken leg. It seemed he was sent as a stumbling block, then, a ploy by some unseen force to make her falter.

Perhaps, the being had been a test of them both. The ancestors were only seeing what their bond could bridge - if they were truly meant for each other. That's all this was, it had to be. Maybe Alastor had forgotten his path and needed to be reminded that Mirovis was bigger than just her, they had a hell to raise. This should fix his somber mood, if not, she wasn't sure what else could be done.