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Whittle Away the Time We Have

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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
04-17-2021, 07:42 PM


Grooooowl...! Alastor was hungry. His stomach wrenched in on itself, voicing its displeasure at being empty for... how many days had it been now? Gods, he'd lost track of time. Not that it had much meaning when you had nothing good to spent it on. Ever since Lurid's disappearance, the massive dire wolf had felt adrift and directionless, like a dingy set loose on the open sea. Every day was spent wandering from place to place in search of any hints for where his leader had gone to. As the weeks had ticked into months, his drive grew weaker and weaker until his resolve finally broke. She was gone and he was alone. No... he was free. Alastor was once again in control of his own destiny. But how would he spend his newfound independence...?

Well, for starters, food sounded pretty damn good right now. Scrambling his way down from the caves in the Dreamer's Col where he had spend the last few days, the black-furred man trudged through the labyrinth of mighty tree trunks of the ageless evergreens. The scent of pine sap and chilled earth filled the air, but there was one scent that clung faintly to the breeze, and that one made his mouth water. Elk. Swallowing the mouthful of saliva he'd unintentionally collected, Alastor affixed obsidian eyes to the horizon, peering through the trees while he crept through the underbrush, following the scent of his next meal with a small grin on his lips.

Although his red and black fur made him stand out amongst the white, green, and brown, he still moved as silently as he could, big paws crunching through the snow while he walked. The scent of the elk was still distant and he had a bit of a walk to go before he found them. So long as he stayed downwind, he didn't mind how much noise he made or how obvious his fur made him stand out.

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