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Alastor



Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

Elysium
Advisor

Master Fighter (243)

Master Hunter (260)

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1473
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
02-18-2022, 09:09 PM

The reactions and responses Relm gave as Alastor touched her weren't the ones he'd been expecting to hear. The dark dire wolf had been expecting revulsion, resistance, or perhaps just hardened indifference. Instead he heard the shaky breath she released, a breath she'd apparently been holding in. Relm seemed preoccupied by something on her mind—or maybe she was just trying to mentally fade away and pretend she still wasn't here with him. It was hard to get a read on the introverted pink woman, but something in her posture and body language didn't read to him as disgusted or loathing. It just seemed like she was waiting for him to do whatever he wanted with her and she was preparing to take it. Alastor scowled again, not out of anger, but at hate for Kefka for having done this to her and made her this way. If he could, he'd drag the fucker's soul back up from hell just to tear him apart again. Gods, that had been such a near-orgasmic moment for the violent brute!

When he told her that she never had to wear her cloak again, Alastor saw something shift in Relm's expression. He couldn't tell what it was from his position behind her, but then Relm began to crawl out from beneath him again, and this time Alastor didn't pursue her. Instead, the brute watched as Relm stood and struggled to do even as much as glance back at him. She simply muttered that she needed to go and Alastor gave a curt nod of his head. He'd pushed his luck far enough and he didn't want to make Relm even more uncomfortable. They'd made great progress in rebuilding their relationship today and that was enough for him. Alastor gazed down at his own massive paws silently while Relm began to back away and head back for Alias, his head abuzz with all sorts of thoughts.

"Relm," Alastor called out to her before she'd gotten too far away. Black abyssal eyes lifted to seek hers if she stopped, and for the briefest of moments, the mask of manic glee was gone from the man's face, revealing true emotion. "I'm glad you stayed." When he'd killed Kefka, he'd removed Relm's reason for seeking asylum with Elysium. After he'd had his way with her, he was sure she'd leave to be on her own. Yet despite all that, she'd chosen to stay. It was a choice that made the brute genuinely happy and he wanted her to know that.

"Alastor Mendacium"



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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