Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-25-2021, 09:26 AM
Being the bastard with a sick sense of humor that he was, Alastor snickered louder when he felt Sera's body go rigid from the unexpected flick of his tail and repeated it again and again until he was more or less beating her playfully with the appendage. He sat quiet and listened while Sera took her time explaining to him the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her abductors, from physical to emotional to sexual. The smile on his face hardened into a predatory grin while dark fire burned black in his empty eyes. If there was one thing he did not abide, it was those who harmed pups. Perhaps it was part due to his own upbringing or his own opinions on the matter of the innocence of children. Regardless, there was no more grievous a sin one could commit than robbing a pup of that purity and doing harm to them. How many child abusers had he killed at this point? How many pedophiles had he slaughtered to satisfy his own corrupt form of moral justice? He felt no sorrow or remorse for any of them; they could all rot in hell for all he gave a shit.
Sera finished up her monologue and Alastor ended by curling his bushy red-tipped tail backwards to wrap around hers like a faux embrace. It was the best he could do without facing her, and even then he wasn't a big hugger. Emotion and affection were something he had been stripped of long ago. But in his eyes, Sera was still this hurt puppy he needed to protect. "You're sitting back to back with a wolf who's put more bodies in the ground than acquaintances you've met and you're not running away or shaking. Don't tell me you're not brave, because that's a lie," he quipped back, still giving a hard smile mostly to himself while he stared up at the heavy clouds overhead. "So go kill him." It was such a simple and straightforward explanation that it didn't really seem possible, but it was. Oh, Alastor knew how possible it was...
"If you want him dead, go kill him," he repeated with a little more clarity, turning his head a fraction of an inch to make sure she was listening to him. "It would be absurdly easy for you if you truly wanted it." He paused, refusing to entertain those ideas and hypothetical plans if she didn't want that. He still didn't know this little wolf well enough to consider allowing her to see into his personal life, but he could at least let her know he understood. "I killed my father because he was a fiendish monster who didn't deserve to keep breathing," he said, his voice husky and hard with a rough edge of a barely noticeable growl to it. "It really isn't as hard as it seems. If you want something bad enough, you can always find a way to get it."
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