Work Up an Appetite

Ah, this was going to be so much fun! Grinning ear-to-ear while he walked alongside his inspiration of a mate, Alastor felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline he hadn't felt in a long time! Killing Kefka had given him a dose of what his previous life had been like before Manea had gone and domesticated him (to some degree) and now he craved more. Like a junkie relapsing after a fix, Alastor was sliding back into his violent and dangerous habits. And what could be a better hit of violence than a raid? This was going to be very entertaining!

The black and red-furred brute approached the Fenmyre border with Manea, the two dires passing right over the boundaries as if they didn't exist with the rest of their family in tow behind them at their own pace. Alastor surveyed the land with keen obsidian eyes, giving a nod of approval. Chimera certainly knew how to pick decent land, he had to give the man that. Manea reminded the group to only match the level of intensity their opponents put out and that maims were strictly prohibited, causing Alastor to huff and sulk. She was really restraining him after seeing the magnificent masterpiece he'd made of Kefka? Actually, now that he thought about it, that might have been the reason why she was reminding them to play nice. "Hmmm..." Alastor murmured as if he were actually considering whether to listen to her order or not. "Fair enough! Let's to play with our new friends!"

Alastor clicked his teeth together, listening to the snap of the serrated metal caps over his teeth as he did so. He lifted a black paw and flexed his toes, extending his new siam claws out to inspect their sharpness and continue practicing with them. Manea had been so dutiful in trying to help him get used to his new toys, but it took a lot of getting used to. Turning to his wife, Alastor couldn't resist letting his eyes roam over her form, admiring her in her newly fitted armor—the first time she'd worn it since the challenge in the north—and couldn't resist the delighted purr that rumbled in his chest. "You look ravishing in your armor, my galaxy," he said, shooting her a grin and a wink that left little to the imagination of what his intentions for her were after their dinner.

"Alastor Mendacium"