ardent

Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]



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
10-05-2021, 11:15 AM

The day had finally come. After months of planning and preparations, the Mendacium family would stake their claim in the world and found their empire to last the ages. He and Manea had scouted the pack the Ashen monarchs had told them about since they had moved to the northeast, checking for patrols, signs of life, any activity whatsoever. The lands, however, were barren and dead. The scents of wolves had long since begun to fade, and it was becoming more and more evident by the day that this pack known as Winterfell was no more. What a shame... thought Alastor, I was hoping for a challenge.

The Mendaciums approached the border, Alastor beside his violet queen, and scanned the horizon of the empty lands. A cold wind whistled across the frozen tundra, carrying with it the smell of the sea and pines, but nothing else. No wolves lived here any longer. The shadowed behemoth turned his dark gaze down to his two small children and their caretaker, giving Irilyth a singular simple order: "Keep them back here." Giving his beloved mate an excited grin, Alastor strode confidently past the vanishing border and into the vacant lands. Nobody came to intercept their invasion, nobody stopped their approach to the giant derelict ship washed up ashore in the mainland. The closer they got to the structure, the more Alastor's guard went up, anticipating an ambush from the shadows. It was what he would do, after all.

Unfortunately, that excitement never came. There were no wolves in the ship. There were no wolves anywhere. This pack was dead and gone, ancient history to be lost to time. Perfect. Manea let out her claiming call, and the dire brute beside her grinned wider. He dared anyone else to challenge his wife. He wanted them to step forth so she could gut them, rend them to shreds and leave them beaten and bloody in the ground. Found their new empire on a bloodbath. "This is it, my darling," he said with a nuzzle and a kiss to her cheek. "The beginning of our forever." All they had to do now was wait.


"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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