I Remember Your Face

Alastor gave an amused snicker when Sera mentioned how he was making it a theme of bedding women of power and winding up in positions of authority himself. It was quite ironic and borderline ludicrous, wasn't it? This demented, demonic agent of chaos in command of anything sounded like a bad idea, and yet he'd somehow ended up in this position twice now. Despite the smiles and laughter though, he could sense the emotions coming from Seraphina. She didn't seem genuinely happy. Something was weighing on her mind. His suspicions were confirmed when she mentioned being prepared in case her past caught up to her. Alastor's smile drooped a little when he realized she was living her daily life on edge, anticipating an attack at any moment. She had left her pack, which he felt was a good move for her wellbeing, but it also made her vulnerable.

"Well, I'm proud of you for doing what was right for you in the end," he remarked while they approached the hollowed tree she was using as a den. She went to slip inside, then glanced back at him and determined he wouldn't be able to fit inside. Undeterred, Alastor's smile returned as he strode up to the tree and held open the covering to allow her entrance, waving her in with an exaggerated bow. Once she was inside, Alastor slumped down to rest on his belly in the doorway with just his head and paws inside the tree and his entire rear half sticking out. It would be a comical sight for anyone on the outside, but the dark-furred man didn't care. He didn't want to leave Sera alone right now. She looked like she needed a friend more than anything.

"Hmm, it's cozy in here." He glanced around the cramped tree before settling his obsidian eyes on the littler woman. He felt things for her that he rarely ever felt for another wolf. Caring. Compassion. Protectiveness. "Are you really doing all right here on your own, Sera?" he asked. "Has your past been threatening you to warrant snare traps?" If her prick of a father had managed to track her down to Boreas, she would never be safe, he knew that. He would help her kill him if that were the case. She deserved her revenge and empowerment, but above all, she deserved to feel safe and happy. Finally, he asked the question that had been hanging in his mind since the moment he'd laid eyes on her. "Are you happy, Sera?"


"Alastor"