Eviction Notice

As if the two wolves shared a single mind, Manea wasted no time using Alastor's distraction to her advantage. The dark-furred dire brute didn't actually see his wonderfully murderous wife charge the bear, but he did hear and smell the damage she was inflicting upon the unsuspecting ursine. The bear bellowed in panic and pain, and the heavy scent of coppery blood and viscera filled the air. Second by second the bear's flailing movements began to grow duller and slower as it succumbed to blood loss. Just before the bear toppled over, Alastor jerked his head back, veering the dumb creature away from the edge of the cliff so it ended up collapsing across the ground instead of taking a tumble. The bear lay prostrate across the ground, bleeding heavily from where Manea had virtually disemboweled the poor beast, suffering a slow and agonizing death.

Alastor let go of the bear's neck and stood atop the dying animal, feeling quite powerful and dominant standing atop this dying apex predator he and his mate had brought to its knees. Black eyes roamed over the bear's fur, admiring the intricate swirling hues of tawny and dark browns. It was such an attractive pelt and would make a fine feature to their bedroom. Deciding against causing damage to the pelt, Alastor climbed off of the bear and strode around to its front, seeing the light barely lingering in its beady eyes. Grinning like a psychopath, Alastor latched his jaws around the bear's snout, covering its nose with one large paw. The bear gave a few weak twitches and struggles, but the fight had long since left its muscles. Unable to fight back, the bear resigned itself to its fate, and Alastor smothered his foe until he had suffocated it to death.

The Mendacium brute didn't release his hold on the bear until he saw the light fade from its eyes, only letting go once he was sure it was dead. Standing back up, Alastor released a deep sigh and a whistle. "Now that was very entertaining!" he said with a laugh. Turning his smile and battle-livened gaze back to Manea, he gave his wife a wink and stepped up closer to nuzzle her cheek and kiss her lips. "Thanks for the assist, my love. Killing is always more fun when I'm with you! Now, what do you think of adding this pelt to our bed?" He looked back at the bear, already planning on how to go about skinning it to preserve the pelt. He and Manea would get some very good use out of it together. Perhaps they'd even conceive some more heirs to the Mendacium name on top of it. A fitting use for the pelt of an apex predator.


"Alastor"