You're going to have to be faster than that
Alastor - spring seasonal
Defender
Bloodletter
03-29-2021, 08:24 PM
Lurid was gone. His empress, his queen, his betrothed... she had disappeared. Alastor had gone off in this damned second winter to try and scavenge some food for her and Kichi while they took shelter in their tree den and had gotten turned around in the blizzards, forced to survive on his own for three days. Once the storms had died down enough for him to find his scent trail back to his home, he was aghast to find it abandoned. Had Lurid been found by some other predators and forced to flee for her and Kichi's safety? That had to be the reason, right? Surely she wouldn't abandon him when he'd just found her again... after years of his life dedicated to her rise to power. It was just a matter of finding her again, right? She wouldn't leave him alone again...
Right...?
Alastor's search had led him across almost all of northern Boreas, his paws cut and calloused from the cold and hard terrain. He'd searched the forests, the ice fields, the tundras, and now he traversed the mountains, longing for any trace of his lost love's scent. All that greeted him however was more frost and emptiness. Alastor's heart felt frozen solid in his chest, only barely beating as he grunted and struggled his way along the rocky crags and crevices, peeking into caves and tunnels in vain and ducking out of the cold whenever he could. Stumbling across one cave, Alastor caught a whiff of a fresh scent; it wasn't a smell he recognized, but it did mean someone else was around here. Perhaps they might be able to give him some leads. If not, well... maybe they'd be a good means of relieving some frustrations. It had been too long since he'd had a good fight or tasted another's blood in his mouth. A thrill of excitement flashed through his mind while big black paws carried the dark brute closer to the entrance and out of the biting winds whipping around the mountainside, black eyes focused on the cave ahead of him while he followed that delectable smell.
As he ventured further in, the sounds of growls and snapping jaws greeted his ears. His head perked up; it seemed like someone else had already started the fun without him. Oh, that just wouldn't do! A wicked smile split the male's lips and he stepped past the entrance of the cave, spotting a uniquely coated female engaged with a wolf that looked more bear than wolf. That thing was humongous! Alastor took a moment to stare in wonder at the hulking dire wolf, letting out an impressed whistle from the entryway. "My my, aren't you a large fellow!" he remarked with a laugh. "But you know what they say! The bigger they are..." Alastor darted in past the purple-furred fae and throwing all his weight into a shoulder slam against the dire wolf's side, sending it toppling head over paws until it hit the cave wall. "...the harder they fall!"
Grinning like a madman, Alastor turned his obsidian gaze to the other wolf, sizing her up and considering if she could be a threat as well. As it stood, the giant wolf seemed to be the biggest problem for the two of them, and he would be remiss to pass up a chance to fight and kill such an amazing specimen of apex predators. If the girl wanted to fight after, he'd be happy to oblige. "Hel-!" Alastor began in greeting, but was cut off mid-speech when the dire wolf slammed back into him, sending the brute tumbling backwards with a laugh. Oh, what fun! Alastor came to a stop on his paws, leaping back up and charging the dire wolf, both wolves colliding with snarls and pushing their weights against one another like struggling sumo wrestlers.
Alastor snapped his jaws at the dire wolf's shoulder, taking chunks of flesh and fur out with snarling rips and ducking beneath the chomping jaws of his opponent, only diving away when the teeth of the dire wolf came a little too close to his neck than he'd like. He squared off against the dire wolf again, trails of blood dripping from his jaws as he grinned, flashing red-stained teeth while the coppery flavor sparked neurons in his brain and awoke the primal part of his psyche that demanded more. More gore. More violence. More pleasure.
WC: 1514/1500
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