Never thought I'd find you here

Alastor's paw glanced off of Kichi's face as the boy recoiled back to (mostly) dodge his taunting strike. It was fine; Al's move had its intended effect regardless. Kichi was incensed, enraged, infuriated. Good. He wanted the boy to feel what it was like to revel in pure feral anger, to let it burn through him like a wildfire and then die down into nothing. It was the rage that he had unleashed on those that had wronged him. Show Kichi the fire, then teach him how to harness it. Kichi charged at him again, but this time the boy moved to his left—and Alastor did nothing to stop him. He wanted Kichi to learn the mistakes of letting anger cloud his judgment and his mind, and this was the only way to do so.

Sharp fangs sunk into his flesh at his left shoulder, drawing a wince from the dire brute, but little else. Alastor stood just over a full foot taller than Kichi did, so the boy reaching his neck would be an impossibility unless he took Alastor down, which he doubted the lighter weight wolf could do. The pain that lanced through his shoulders immediately brought a rush of masochistic pleasure with it, and the dark dire wolf laughed with a wide, menacing grin. "Come now, you can do better than that!" His grin shifting into a snarl, Alastor took advantage of Kichi's close proximity now and lunged his jaws down for the back of Kichi's neck, which would now be very exposed. He aimed to grab the younger wolf and use his weight to push him to the ground and pin him in place with teeth biting into tender flesh. The goal wasn't to hurt Kichi, but to show him how foolish he'd been for letting his anger muddy his brain and put himself in such a vulnerable position.


"Alastor"