Give Me The Strength You Created Me To Do

Alastor · 02-17-2021, 06:31 PM

Kefka responded, his answer vague and giving away nothing. Alastor had to respect the man for keeping his cards close to his chest. Ah well, it made no difference, it just gave the black brute something else to figure out about the enigmatic clown wolf. What fun! The two of them felt very much aligned, and as much as he had been concerned with how Lurid had spoken of this other male, he was quite enjoying their time together. The banter was delightful and quick and there was a lively spark in the air while each one sized up the other. Perhaps over time they'd reveal more to the other and see just how similar the two truly were, but for now, they'd enjoy the mystery.

Alastor gave another barking laugh when Kefka challenged him for his affections, the wages staked over Alastor's living arrangements. It was obviously in jest, but the prospect of getting to learn this new acquaintance through bloodsport was too tempting to resist. "Ooooh, you do know what to say, don't you?" he teased back with a bat of his eyelashes and an even wider, tooth-filled grin. "Very well, I could do with some fun! Two conditions though: no maiming this time—Lurid needs us whole until the rest of her family gets here—and if you win, you have to break the news to Lurid that I'm moving in with you." He shot a wink at Kefka, all-too-happy to keep their little games and jokes going. Alastor strode a couple paces away from Kefka, putting a little bit of distance between the two to maneuver once their spar kicked off. "What do you say, my clown-like friend? Agreeable terms?"

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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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