Give Me The Strength You Created Me To Do

Alastor · 12-18-2020, 07:50 PM

The clown wolf was amusing, Alastor had to give him that! He watched with subtle movements of his head while the multi-toned male skulked along to his side, both wolves smiling like sadists back to one another all the while. He knew nothing about this man. Was he twisted and demented by other factors, just as he was—a wolf touched by madness by forces outside his design? Was he wicked and cruel by nature? Though he senses no immediate threat from the man, Alastor knew better than to ever let his guard down completely. He had been judged, sized, weighed and measured by others before; it was natural when one was as large as him. It bothered him little, so long a she could keep the other brute within his sights at all times. The man's words were opaquely veiled suggestions at the idea that both may be vying for Lurid's affections, but it was the way the man spoke the words that suggested a more blasé attitude toward their situation. It was comforting in an odd sense, and also a touch disappointing. Was Lurid not worth the pursuit to the clown? Or was he simply disinterested in the amount of effort it would require?

Kefka stopped and stared off into the forest. All at once, the oppressive silence bore down on them and Alastor became acutely aware at how alone they were. The north was barren this time of year. Only the hardest of animals survived up here through the unforgiving winters; all the rest scrambled south for fairer weather. The mere presence of the two of them meant that they had the capabilities to not just survive, but to thrive and endure. This wolf was dangerous—just as he was—but was he dangerous to Alastor? Alastor's eyes remained on the wolf at his side, watching him, studying him with a smile. Would he seize the opportunity to try and take claim to Alastor's position and as Lurid's mate, or would he content himself to a position of power beneath the two rulers of the empire?

He turned back, and their eyes locked again. The tension broke once more when the pink-accented wolf spoke again. This time, Alastor let out a barking laugh. Ah, the jester had jokes! Although Alastor also harbored no homosexual tendencies, the clown's faux proposition did bring a more genuine smile to his face and tickled him so. "Hahaha! Oh, you charmer, flattery will get you everywhere. I daresay we would be quite the striking pair, wouldn't we?" He laughed again. "Can't say I took you for a size queen, but I suppose everyone has a type." Alastor was glad that their encounter hadn't been a simple exchange of pleasantries. Some wolves could be so stuffy and boring, Kefka at least had the dry humor to keep things interesting. "I am glad Lurid found someone so amusing to add to her collection. Too many others are just so... dull." He flashed his teeth in a wider smile, black gaze meeting black gaze once more. "But I'm willing to bet there's more to you than just a good sense of humor." He didn't know why Kefka had decided to make his appearance now around the Red Forest, but it mattered little.

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Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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