Mini Mes

It was impossible to keep back the proud fatherly smile on Alastor's face while he watched his little prince and princess step out into the world for the first time. Little Ava was trepidatious as always, making those first few steps count while she observed the world around her. Mighty Sara was far more bold, stepping out as if he knew he owned the world—as he should!—and made his way over to Manea, sniffing at everything he could find. Obsidian eyes sparkled while he watched Avacyn smile and come bounding over to him, getting caught on her larger feline paws and tumbling across the crunchy grass. Had he not known how squishy puppies were, he would have been extremely worried. Instead, the giant wolf gave a barking laugh and returned his daughter's flash of teeth while she looked up at him from where she'd tumbled into his legs.

While Manea stayed with Saracyn as their son explored the world and sniffed out a trail of nearby pronghorns, Alastor focused entirely on his little girl. Obsidian eyes stared down into the familiar black irises that mirrored his own in such a beautiful, seraphim face. Avacyn would no doubt carry her mother's godlike beauty and regal grace as she grew, but that smile and those eyes... those were distinctly his. It was almost enough to bring a tear to the demon's eye. "You know, throwing yourself at another wolf is considered a challenge in some places," he teased his tiny daughter, using one massive paw to easily roll her onto her back and run tickling digits over her exposed tummy. He tormented his daughter with tickles for a few moments before relenting and letting her get back to her feet. "Would you like to see everything from up there?" He pointed up to the top of the hill their den was built into, the same place he and Manea had made love and watched the sunset on time and time again while waiting for their little pieces of stars to be born. Up there, she'd be able to see even more of the prairie surrounding them, and maybe some lands beyond too.


"Alastor"