Aw Shit, Here We Go Again

The crunch of paws on snow behind him caught Alastor's attention and the black-furred brute turned to catch the purple of his mate coming up alongside him. He greeted her with a loving smile, then she asked him who he was speaking to. "To the fireflies," he answered honestly, looking back to the unusually colored insects. "I wanted them to know that there are more beautiful glowing creatures in the world than them now." His thinly veiled reference to their own children couldn't be mistaken, and the dire brute grinned proudly to himself. He and Manea had created the most perfect creatures to ever walk the planet together and he couldn't have been happier. His family—his own family—made all the suffering and pain he'd endured in his maddened life worth it.

Obsidian eyes turned away from the floating bugs to his beautiful wife, meeting her aqua gaze and studying how the massive full moon reflected within them. Smiling, Alastor brought his muzzle to hers to boop her nose with his own, then tilted his muzzle to catch her lips with his own in a quick kiss. "You look especially beautiful in this moonlight, my darling," he said with a grin of barely contained desire. Taking his eyes off of Manea felt like a crime, but he did so to turn his attention up to the moon. "Have you ever seen the moon so large before?" In all his years, Alastor couldn't recall a time he'd ever seen the moon so large. Or blue and purple fireflies for that matter either. "And aren't these little fellas just stunning?" He raised a paw towards one of the blue fireflies, watching it disappear again when its light shut off.


"Alastor"