Father Daughter Chomps

Alastor dipped his muzzle into the cool water of Alias Lake, drawing in a long drink to soothe his parched throat. The island was quiet this morning, the day warm, yet mild compared to the other parts of Boreas in the summer. Many of the other Mendaciums, his wife included, had already set about their daily tasks of patrols, hunts, and supply gathering for the newly founded pack. Today, he'd intended to go gather some supplies for an idea that Manea and Irilyth had to build a bridge across to the mainland whenever the high tide cut off the land bridge between Alias and the rest of Boreas. They'd need some sturdy wood to make planks, something buoyant, and rope, lots of rope. He still didn't know what the little crafty fae had in mind, but Manea supported her innovation, so Alastor just did as he was told.

However, as he finished getting his drink, he heard paws approaching him and lifted his head to glance back and meet the matching obsidian gaze of his beloved daughter with an affectionate smile. He happily leaned his head down to receive her kiss to his cheek while he nuzzled her forehead in return. "There's my precious moonbeam! Good morning, princess," he said with a chuckle. She asked about his fang caps while gazing at his stocky muzzle and Alastor flashed his teeth in his characteristic smile, revealing his au natural pearly fangs. "Nope, sorry, my little star. They're back up in the den. But I can get them out for you." Alastor didn't mind delaying his work for a bit to help his daughter with whatever she needed. He would have stopped the world from turning if she'd asked him to.

Alastor led Avacyn back up the path toward their mountain den, walking the familiar path up the side of the rocky cliff face with heavy paws. He glanced down at his daughter who was growing more and more by the day, now very nearly at his shoulder height and clearly demonstrating so many of the traits of her mouther as well as some of his better qualities. Thank the gods and devils his children hadn't inherited his madness. "So what do you need my fang caps for, my galaxy?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as they returned to the den and stepped inside, heading into the far back where he and Manea's personal bedchambers were. He walked across the spacious den over to a ledge in the wall, grabbing the polished steel serrated fang caps and bringing them back over to Avacyn to deposit them carefully into her paws. "Be extra careful, sweetheart. They're sharp and jagged."

WC: 446
Total: 835 / 1500


"Alastor"