Give Me The Strength You Created Me To Do
Alastor
Defender
Bloodletter
12-16-2020, 09:49 PM
As had become his routine in recent weeks since Lurid's injury, the massive black brute was walking laps around the perimeter of Lurid's den. With his empress all but incapacitated and in need of recovery and Kichi being a pawful as usual, Alastor had assumed responsibility for all security and survival details, including mundane patrols and hunting for their meals. It was tiring to work entirely on his own for three mouths to feed, not counting Lurid's pets, but he was left with little choice. The Mirovis pack would not be coming for another whole season, and with no word on when to expect the arrival of the rest of the Amaris family, Alastor had to assume they were on their own for the time being. Being alone with an approaching winter in the harsh north was not his definition of an ideal circumstance—but it was the situation he found himself in, and he had to do the best he could with what he had.
A soft humming tune came from the red-brindled brute as he walked leisurely through the forest, his height affording him great views through the trees in all directions. His onyx-black eyes searched for both threat and for food. Although he doubted anyone in Boreas would be targeting his queen given their incognito status in these lands, he never wanted to take that chance and let his guard down. Besides, if he came across a herd of elk or deer that looked particularly tasty, he could bring her and the lad back a little snack. It never hurt to hone your skills, after all! The notion made the man chuckle between his humming, the corners of his lips permanently curled up in a subtle smile that concealed the manic grin hidden behind. Alastor's tune seemed to echo around the nearby trees like a phantom's song, unsettling and eerie in the otherwise quiet and empty lands.
Alastor peered up at the shedding trees, the redwoods having lost most of their needles by now and coating the forest floor in a fine carpet of browning thorns. The late-autumn forest almost appeared to be dying in preparations for winter. It was quite the sight to behold, one Alastor found himself captivated by. His patrol was beginning to feel more like a stroll in the woods than guard duty; the lack of signs of life proving to be both reassuring and terribly boring. So he walked on, humming his song and watching, waiting, listening...
"Speech" | Thoughts
Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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