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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
10-13-2021, 06:32 PM

Ah, so the pirates were heckling the Armada pack as well, were they? Well, all the more reason for his violet goddess to leave the cur bleeding out in the snow. He winced with a wicked grin when he watched Manea shove her dagger into Sparrow's flesh, punctuated by the beautiful sounds of Sparrow's cry that she'd been shivved. The pain and shock in the woman's voice was delicious. "This must be a delightfully entertaining show for you then," he quipped with a dark laugh. He could see the embers of anger burning openly in Sirius' blue eyes whenever he gazed at the pirates—specifically at Sparrow and the old bitch who'd made the comment about his wife—and knew his feelings towards them all too well. Hmm, perhaps this could make for an interesting development...

Sirius asked about the plans he and Manea had for their pack, then suggested that perhaps the Armada could lend some paws in the set up. Alastor flashed pearly white teeth to the Warlord, having to wrangle in Saracyn's squirming for a moment while he replied. "My wife and I would welcome all assistance we can get, my good man! We intend to build our home on Alias Island, just a little to the southeast of here. It is to be a home for her expansive family. The Mendaciums are a proud lot, and they haven't been unified in one place in a long time. She wishes to leave a legacy of her family to last the ages, where her family customs and beliefs can thrive without fear of judgment."

Motioning with a tip of his muzzle over to the cluster of motley pirates, Alastor leaned in closer to Sirius. "If they've been causing you such issues, let's remind them of their place once my mate leaves the mouthy leader in the dirt." He motioned to the two that had made comments about Manea directly, the old bag and the flamboyant one. "You take one, I take another. It'll take less than a minute and you'll feel so much better!" He flashed another wicked grin to Sirius, wondering if the Warlord would show off the reason he wore such an impressive title and lend a paw putting down a pirate or two.


"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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