Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
04-18-2021, 11:00 PM
All too true, little bird... he mulled about in the dark confines of the prison that was his mind when Sera bluntly stated he should have known better than to get in bed with an Alpha's daughter. It was a hard lesson learned about aiming above his station and trying to claw his way out of poverty and depravity. But he'd be damned if he let life kick him back down into the pit of failure. That's perhaps why he sought solitude and found the thought of integrating back into a pack loathsome. He was warped beyond repair through no fault of his own; it was simply the hand he had been dealt and he was forced to play the cards he was given. He could spend his life cursing the gods for his misfortune, or he could change the game to work in his favor. The manic brute favored the latter.
The sudden swell in Sera's pride and mood did not go unnoticed by Alastor, who made a mental note of how the praise had affected her spirits and how condescension hit her hard. Whatever her background was, someone had done a number to her self-esteem and kept her in a place where love, support, and praise were deprived from her. Not that his upbringing had been much different either... but maybe that's why he could so easily recognize the symptoms and signs in her. Alastor didn't say anything as Sera began to lead the way back towards her home, wherever that may be.
"Oh, don't forget, we have to make a stop to pick up your first kill," he called ahead to her, recalling the rabbit she had hunted and hidden for later. The elk would be a good gift to present to her Alpha, but the rabbit was her own personal trophy to keep. He would be remiss if they left it behind, and despite his outward appearance, he was growing quite fond of seeing Sera smile.
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