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Alastor - hunting dall sheep



Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1473
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
05-06-2021, 03:08 PM

Alastor uttered a dark chuckle while he watched Manea lunge for the fleeing sheep, taking it down by the leg and then tearing its throat out with her massive feline paws and Letha l claws. For a moment, he wondered if she would let it bleed slowly to death like he had done, but Manea turned out to be more merciful than him, ending its existence with a swift snap of its neck. The sound of bones separating sent a pleasant chill down his spine, making his fur bristle along its path. Perhaps Manea just had an affinity for breaking necks; regardless, it was effective and efficient.

He watched while she lifted her gaze to find him with a hungry, predatory look in those aqua eyes of a wolf craving something more than a meal. Alastor's usual relaxed grin twisted into a far more emphatic one, meeting her look with one of equal desire, knowing exactly where her head was at. It was the same look he had seen in those dazzling eyes when they had taken down the prehistoric dire wolf together—and what had ultimately resulted in their coupling. Growling low in his throat in response to her, Alastor took a couple slow strides to meet her advance halfway, his muzzle meeting hers with equal parts force, possessiveness, and passion.

He didn't respond with words, instead reaching a large black paw up to cradle the back of Manea's head and keep her from withdrawing from their heated kiss until he was done with her. Claws ran through her fur to her scalp, responding to growls with growls of his own, that gnawing ache in his gut for her returning with force. Alastor deepened their kiss, tasting her mouth in amongst the metallic tang of blood on their tongues in a delicious flavor combination, one he was fast becoming familiar with and was becoming one of his favorites. Their kiss only finally broke when Alastor needed to cool his lungs with fresh air, burning black eyes seeking out hers as desire threatened to consume him once more. "We're not getting these sheep back home any time soon, are we?" he asked, though the sly grin on his face said that he already knew her answer.


"Alastor"



Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.

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