Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-18-2021, 12:20 AM
Alastor was not used to being thanked. Being thanked was not something that was done where he had come from. You were expected to carry out your tasks and your duties. Failure to do so earned you beatings and punishments. Success only gave you reprieve from punishment; there was no reward. Still, when Sera said it, Alastor struggled to find the words that were the appropriate response to such a thing, even if he were trying to fake it. The softness in the girl's eyes that showed how grateful she was that he hadn't pushed her turned his stomach. But it wasn't disgust. It was... something else... He couldn't put his paw on that either, and it bugged him. Empathy was a quality he hadn't shown anyone ever, not when the world only tried to harm you if you showed weakness.
For a while, Alastor ate and listened silently to Sera while she explained the purposes she had for the elk. Ah, so she was a pack wolf after all. That certainly explained the drive and the other scents clinging to the fringes of her. He was all too familiar with the rigidity of pack structure and the mans by which ones could climb that ladder. He had done so what felt like a lifetime ago, and he had done so successfully. Ah, but that was a story she didn't need to hear... He was simply pleased that she was opening up to reveal this to him. Whether it would stick and matter to him would be a different story, but for now, the dark-furred man was enthralled with learning more about his hunting student. She was unique, and he liked unique things. There was something about her that reminded him of someone... Maybe one day he'd figure out who that was.
"Well, I don't know your Alpha, but if he's anything like every other Alpha, he's going to love free meat," he remarked with a wry chuckle and a smirk. Alastor downed another chunk of delicious elk, his stomach finally appeased with him. Sera offered him the antlers and Alastor raised a paw while shaking his head. "Your kill, your rewards," he repeated. "I don't have much use for them anyway. Give them to your healers, or use them to craft tools or weapons. I don't stay any one place long enough to need tools, and the gods gave me enough weapons on my own." He flashed her a deliberately wide, toothy smile to show off his teeth to emphasize his point, though he came off far more goofy-looking than fearsome.
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