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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
04-18-2021, 07:58 PM


Alastor noticed Sera looking at him pensively for a brief moment and wondered what she was thinking about him. Was she considering how much of a lost cause he really was? Maybe how nihilistic he was? How fucked up and beyond salvation he was? She wouldn't be far off if she was thinking any of those things. Not that he could blame her for it either; he wasn't a terribly hard wolf to read. Sera asked where he was going to go next and the dark-furred devil pursed his lips together in contemplative thought. He hadn't exactly considered what he was going to do with his newfound freedom. Winter still seemed to exist everywhere, so did it really matter where he went?

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it," he answered honestly while tapping his chin with a paw in a dramatic caricature of pondering. "I suppose I'll start heading south. It has to be better than northern Boreas right now. Plus there's nothing worth sticking around up here for. I'll probably just roam, see what trouble I can come across, maybe find more wolves pretending to be statues in the snow." He cast a teasing grin her way with his last example. Who knows, perhaps he'd find more ways to create mayhem and entertainment on his solo travels around Boreas. Without Lurid, he didn't exactly have any commitments or plans for the future anymore. Every day was taken as a new adventure.

He followed her doubtful gaze over to the remains of the elk, chewing on his tongue while he considered her options. It would take a little thing like her a solid day to drag that elk anywhere of distance, maybe longer depending on how far she had to take it. "If you need help, I can lend a paw," he offered, following up with a quick, "So long as it's not further up north. I'd like to get a change of scenery." It would be significantly easier for him to help cart the elk back to wherever she needed it, or at least most of the way to help her out. Provided she didn't get hysterical again out of nowhere.

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