Bite my tongue, bide my time

Alastor · (This post was last modified: 01-10-2021, 07:12 PM by Alastor.)

Lurid was not stupid nor foolhardy; Alastor was aware of this. She would never have gotten to where she was now by not being calculating, considering every step and every move of every piece on the board. She had a brilliant and wickedly sharp mind that he was madly in love with, and he knew he was the whetstone for that mind. Every so often she would need to be sharpened, honed for her purposes to be kept on track. Alastor loved being the one she confided in, the one who could sway her lovely mind and turn her gaze to the horizon they sought together. He waited patiently while she considered and weighed her options, listening to each statement she made. A wicked smirk crossed his lips when Lurid mentioned she wouldn't allow any former members of a claimed pack to stay—or to live. Now that was more his speed! Thankfully though, she seemed to enjoy the idea of starting Mirovis fresh from the ground up. He agreed; it would be much easier to control the growth and strengths of their pack this way. She had made a wise decision, one Alastor was proud to back with his own flesh and blood if need be.

She continued on to ask where he wanted to live and where to set up the foundations of their pack. Alastor honestly hadn't considered it much. The power he had been trusted with by his lover was still a new weapon he was unused to wielding. He would have to get used to that quickly if he was to act in full capacity as Lurid's Dread Father. A thoughtful purr rumbled in the brute's chest as he considered his midnight queen's suggestions. He also disparaged the idea of digging dens in the middle of an oncoming winter in the north, especially if it were to be a harsh winter. Setting up somewhere stable and sheltered from the get-go would be ideal, although finding such places around here without having to traverse the entire continent could prove difficult. Lurid's mention of a place to the north sparked his interest; he knew of the pack she was speaking of. In good fortune for them, that pack seemed to be the most unstable right now, going through some sort of power shift from what he could determine. Perhaps if they bided their time, he could grant Lurid's wishes, either through patience or bloodshed if need be.

"Anywhere I get to be with you is my home, my empress," Alastor replied, craning his neck closer to place a slow lick across her forehead and between her ears. It was sappy, but he had never truly gotten to voice his connection to his moonlight goddess. She was his world, and so long as he was with her, they would raise hell and all the devils that came with it. The location mattered little. "I know of this pack you mention, Lu Lu. From my understanding, there is some sort of internal power conflict. I do not know how long they will last in their fragmented state, not with winter fast approaching. If you desire their lands, I may be able to secure you your castle in the ice with a little bit of time." His black eyes turned towards the south, toward warmer lands and the rest of the continent. "However, if patience and time are in short supply, I passed by some caves and abandoned mines a little to the south of here, just beyond the borders of the forests. It takes us more towards the center of Boreas, closer to other wolves, and out of the far north." A knowing smile crossed his face as his obsidian eyes sparkled with life. "Caves have always been the Mirovis walk of life... but I could definitely go for something more... seaworthy to raise our demons in." A low, husky chuckle reverberated in the brute's throat. Whatever his Lurid desired, he would make it her reality. All she had to do was give him the word and her will would be done.

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