Black and White and Red All Over

The day Manea had gone off to hunt on her own and left Alastor home with the kids, the violet fae had returned with a shocking amount of raw meat for them and their always hungry pups. Eyes wide, Alastor had asked his wife what she'd brought down to get that much food on her own, and when she'd described some sort of weird striped horse, then he began to wonder if Manea was truly starting to go insane too. Her outlandish description of the black and white horses had earned a scoff and laugh from the demon brute, and prompted Manea to offer to prove to him that she had hunted such a creature.

That was how Alastor found himself out on the prairie today with Manea at his side, stalking along through the dry grasses and along the slope of a hill. Just beyond, the braying of wild equines could be heard. It wasn't until the two wolves had crept to the top of the hill on their bellies to peer down below that he saw Manea had not been telling tall tales. Black eyes roved over the herd of oddly-marked horses, blinking rapidly a few times as if they might vanish right before his eyes. Well, shit; guess he owed her an apology. "What the hell are these things?" he asked in a low voice while studying their prey. A quick glance over to his wife at his side and a curious raise of his brow, then he asked, "So how did you want to kill the mutant horses today, my love?"


"Alastor"