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Alastor

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

Elysium
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Master Fighter (243)

Master Hunter (260)

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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
08-28-2021, 12:17 AM

Alastor had been through these lands once a long time ago, almost another lifetime. He had wandered eastern Boreas with a pup he now believed was long gone or dead, vanished along with his former betrothed. She didn't deserve to have her name take residence in his head, and so he didn't give her the satisfaction of thinking it. Now, as he walked through the autumn woods with Manea at his side, Alastor couldn't help but feel like his life had finally found the direction it needed. He glanced over to his beautiful wife with an affectionate smile, grinning ear to ear with every sharp tooth on show. They had come out this way in an effort to scout out lands where their future pack would take up residence, and because Alastor had heard of a pack out this way closely tied to Ashen. Knowing Manea's obsession with the Ashen monarchy, he thought that any excuse to form alliances with Ashen's offshoots would bring a smile to Manea.

As the two massive wolves worked their way through the woods, Alastor caught a glimpse of tawny brown and white through the trunks of the trees. He slowed his gait, peering with abyssal eyes through the forest to a small herd of deer milling about, blissfully unaware of the wolves nearby. Alastor's grin shifted into something nefarious, and he got Manea's attention with a silent tap to her shapely rump. He caught her gaze, then gestured with a flick of his head to the herd of whitetails. The prey animals were basically vermin given how dense their population was, and he would never pass up the opportunity for more indiscriminate killing. He gave her a waggle of his eyebrows to ask wordlessly if she was interested in taking down a deer or two or ten. He knew how hard Manea had been working to get her body back into a form she was pleased with after giving birth (although he thought she looked even better now with her curvier hips and voluptuous ass) and a quick sprint through the woods to snuff some deer sounded like a delightful way to keep those muscles lean and taut.


"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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