Let the Ghosts Laugh At Us, We'll Laugh Right Back

No sooner had he begun his hunt for the phantom from his past, Manea appeared as if she had been summoned to the lake as well. She asked what what happening, but Alastor didn't respond immediately. He continued to sniff frantically about the rocky shore, searching for any traces Lurid might have left behind. He knew the Amarix princess was a wily one and a keen hunter, so he'd have to be better than she was to catch her. No matter—he always was better. "I thought I smelled an intruder skulking around the island," he explained, glancing up over the waters. Had she gone into the lake in an attempt to mask her scent. The wind rippled gently by again, and once more he caught the scent of his past lover. "There! Can you smell it?" He needed Manea to confirm that she could smell the natural feminine musk tinged with butterscotch and spiced rum so he knew he wasn't going insane.

"Aaaalaaastooor..."

Lurid's lyrical voice seemed to call to him over the wind, her duo-toned ringing like dulcet bells in the recesses of his brain. Alastor looked up sharply, focused obsidian eyes scouring the shore and surrounding forests for any trace of that blonde-furred bitch. "Do you hear something?" he asked his wife. He turned his ebony gaze to her beautiful face, raising a curious brow. It felt like he was being haunted, but if Lurid was indeed here, she would be a very dangerous threat to him and his family.

"Oh, Alleycat... Where aaaare yoooou...? You know you're mine..."

Alastor's black lips curled up into a vicious snarl revealing pearly white fangs. Anger pumped through his veins with every strong, steady beat of his heart. He felt no fear at the concept of being in the presence of wicked spirits, nor did he dread the notion of being haunted by demons. He'd lived his life in the darkest evils. This would be nothing strange to him. But he would not let any of it affect his family. Any entities, physical or paranormal, would have to step over his cold, lifeless body before he let them get within reach of his wife or children.

"Alastor Mendacium"