ardent

Desire for blood



Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1473
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
12-17-2020, 01:55 AM


Alastor was stumbling back towards their den with a goofy, satisfied grin on his face, still reveling in a state of bliss from his evening escapades with Lurid. He was walking alongside his betrothed, offering his body as a crutch for her to use for support while he escorted her back to bed. Tonight had been the single best night of his life. Between the confessions between himself and Lurid, her reassurance that he could never bring harm to her, and their consummation of their commitment to one another, tonight had been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences. His neck still ached from Lurid's bites, and he was wearing some fresh cuts and scratches from their throes of passion, but he wouldn't have traded away any of his battle scars. He wore them with pride, beaming at the beautiful pale ghost glistening at his side. Oh, how he loved her...

"Shhh..." whispered Alastor to Lurid as they approached their den. Of course, he didn't need to tell her how to parent. Her maternal instincts far outweighed anything he could say. His responsibilities were safety and security, and he prided himself on being the best enforcer to his queen's will. Slipping silently back into the den, the first thing Alastor was struck by was how quiet it was. There were no soft sounds of breathing, no snoring, nothing to tip him off that anyone else was in here. The large wolf made his way as quietly as he could over to the pile of furs the "family" used as bedding, nosing about in the dark in search of the boy. They were empty. Panic gripped Alastor's heart as he rifled through the furs again. They were cold; Kichi hadn't been in bed for some time. "Lurid, he's gone!" he called out to her before storming over to the entrance of the den, kicking one of Ilyn's paws out from under his head so the bear's head hit the ground with a thud. "I gave you one job!" he said with a snarl, stopping just outside the den to sniff furiously at the ground. Kichi's scent lingered, but it was faint. The boy must have slipped out shortly after they'd gone off on their own.

"KICHI!" Alastor's shouts into the dark yielded nothing but an echo of his own call. "KICHI!" This time, Alastor's ears caught the tail end of a distant squeal, followed by the terrified howl of a puppy somewhere in the dark forest. Kichi. The thought hadn't even finished manifesting in his mind before Alastor's paws were pounding the ground in a rapid sprint. The brute took off like a shot, racing through the trees in the direction he had heard the boy's howl. Damn it, Kichi, how far did you go?! As he ran, Alastor's nose flared to catch any trace of the boy's scent in the air. There! His nose twitched as the familiar smell filled his olfactory senses. Like a heat-seeking missile, Alastor turned mid-stride and bounded after the scent as it wound its way through the woods. A soft whine alerted the man that he was getting closer, and soon he saw the pale grey form of Kichi lying down amongst the trees. Kichi! Thank the gods!

"Kichi!" Alastor called out to the boy before he had even come upon him yet, staggering to a skidding halt near the injured pup and collapsing to the ground to wrap his body protectively around the body's smaller form. "It's okay, you're safe. I've got you, I've got you now. LURID!" Alastor released a short howl to his alpha, knowing she wouldn't have been able to keep up with his pace in her current state, providing her with a beacon by which to find them. Panting hard from the physical exertion as well as the adrenaline, Alastor took a few deep breaths to steady himself before peeling back just enough to look at Kichi. He had been fully intending to question and scold the boy for running away in the middle of the night, but the moment he saw the deep gash across the side of his face, Alastor's relieved expression dropped like a rock. "What happened? Are you okay? What did this to you?" he asked, his questions coming out one after another while he placed a careful lick over the boy's face to clean off some of the blood. Damn it all, Lurid really needed to get here to help him take care of the boy.

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