ardent

You're going to have to be faster than that

Alastor - spring seasonal



Alastor

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

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
04-10-2021, 02:46 PM


As if she were some devil-sent angel of death, the richly purple-hued wolf wormed her way beneath the bigger dire while Alastor held its attention, their jaws snapping and locking together to try and score effective bites while preventing the other one from doing any harm. They were fairly evenly matched—until the dire recoiled back with a grimace of raw pain, howling his anguish to the world and stumbling about to try and rid himself of the wolf actively goring his torso. Alastor watched with entertained eyes while the smallest of the three lupines crawled out from underneath their foe, practically drenched in blood so much that her own scent was beginning to get masked by the coppery stench of blood. The bigger dire looked far more groggy and concerned now while he tried to regain his composure, but he was bleeding out too much, and soon collapsed to the ground, crawling his way across the floor with failing strength. The battle was all but over now, and the only regret Alastor had was that it was over so soon.

The devilish brute peeked over to his amethyst-furred partner and smiled, nearly every pearly white fang coated to some degree in delicious crimson. Stygian eyes followed the fae's movements as she approached their downed enemy, taking great interest in the way she sashayed her hips as she walked, tail all but flagged over her hips in tantalizing invitation. The only thing that took his attention away from her was when she moved the dire wolf's head to expose his vulnerable throat and offered the coup de grace to him. The smile on his face turned sinister without his expression ever needing to change, the dark fire in his obsidian eyes speaking volumes for the intentions he had in mind. For a moment there, he had been wondering if he would have to kill the fae after all this too, but it seemed like perhaps they could play nice afterwards.

"Oh, you spoil me, my dear," he replied with a dark, husky chuckle. He began his slow approach over his dying foe, noting the resigned look in the apex predator's eyes. He had given up, or he had simply lost too much blood to really process what was going on. Either way, his story ended here. Alastor dipped his muzzle down to the dire wolf's throat, close enough to drink in its earthy scent, and then bit forward until he felt soft flesh and sinew give way to razor fangs. The familiar taste of blood flooded his mouth in a hot gush and he knew he had found veins and arteries. The dire wolf kicked its legs in futile resistance, but it was far too late. Alastor groaned, a shiver of euphoria sparking the neurons in his twisted brain to flood his system with dopamine. Alastor swallowed the mouthful of blood and then drew back, not tearing out the wolf's throat and instead letting his blood pour freely from the deep teeth wounds in his neck. No, he would not kill this creature quickly. His death would be slow and delightful... perhaps a bit of a showoff to the lovely lady silently judging him. "Shhh, you're almost gone..." he whispered to the gasping and gurgling dire while it choked on its own blood, his voice sickening in its sweetness and joy. The dire didn't last long, and after only a few moments it had lost too much blood and its heart gave out, the predator collapsing limp to the ground with glassy eyes staring out into oblivion.

Alastor retracted from his kill, running his large pink tongue across his bloodstained lips and relishing the taste like it were a fine merlot. He turned his head a fraction of an inch to find the gorgeous fae beside him again, eyeing her with curiosity and intrigue. "Well, that was quite the enjoyable time," he said, then his grin widened again as he considered all the manners of fun he could have with her now. "Are you going to try and kill me now too...?" He laughed low in his throat, the sound rumbling within the larger male to show his dark humor, but he was also prepared to end her life if she showed signs of going for him.

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