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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
04-24-2021, 02:44 PM
Find #45


The younger girl seemed unsatisfied with the responses he gave her. Oh, if only Sera knew the truth to the madness behind his infinite black eyes. He was not a composed wolf, nor was he in control of himself. Every day was a constant war against the beast raging inside him, demanding the destruction of the unworthy world around him. It wanted to burn the earth and dance in the ashes, to gouge throats and bathe in the blood, to sing along to the screams and laments of widows and orphans. The world had broken him so he would break the world. Some days he was more in charge of the beast—and some days the beast ruled him. Every sunrise was a coin flip, a gamble on what sort of mood Alastor would wake up in. Sometimes it meant laughter and smiles; sometimes it meant someone was losing their life. The scariest part was he could never tell.

Alastor continued to drag their prey back out into the snowy world, ignoring the way she scooped up her parcels of prizes and darted past him in an effort to keep space between them. He had given up on asking or trying to reason what was wrong with her. She was just damaged goods, same as him. It didn't need to be more complicated than that. Sera, however, seemed determined to make it more complicated by voicing an irritated statement that she would not be broken forever. Alastor gave a grunt in response; that was great for her. Not everyone could be fixed. He had long since accepted his lot in life. She could do whatever she pleased with the cards she was dealt.

Apparently, doing whatever she wanted meant acting stupid, because as he was busy dragging the heavy elk behind him, the sound of rapid footsteps crunching through the snow came straight for him. Confused, Alastor flicked an ear back to confirm what he was hearing, then dropped the stag's body to raise his head and peer back over his shoulder, looking for Sera with a befuddled expression on his face. What the hell was she up to now?

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