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The writhing motions of the wolf on the grass were like some sort of erotic dance. It was... strange for Alastor to watch. Not because it made him uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. The smaller man's display was enticing, drawing him in. He'd never witnessed such a lecherous display before. All of his women had been larger; this wolf looked like he could snap him in half by the midsection if he squeezed too tight. The thought was oddly arousing to the black-furred dire while he listened to the chorus of keening moans from the pink wolf in an act of unabashed voyeurism. For a long while, the wolf didn't open his eyes, just continued to toy and tease with his own body for entertainment. Then he opened his eyes, and Alastor was peering down into turquoise eyes, his own seemingly empty black stare locked onto the stranger's while he debated whether or not to simply kill him outright or have some fun with him.

Alastor expected fear the moment the tiny man's eyes gazed up at him. After all, here was this giant black wolf with eyes as inscrutable as an endless abyss suddenly appearing out of the dark in the dead of night. It was the stuff night terrors were made of. Many a wolf had been intimidated by Alastor's appearance in daylight; at night he would be a veritable monster. But to his surprise and amusement, the pink-blue wolf simply held his gaze, smirked, and wiggled his hips as he kept moving his paws against his own flesh. Alastor tilted his head to the side while he considered the stranger's words, his long, luxurious fur of black silk swaying gently with every movement. The little pink thing was a strange creature to not be afraid of him, that was for sure.

Slowly, Alastor's haunting smile that was a signature to him crept across his lips, just giving a hint of the rows of sharp teeth contained within his mouth. "That's awfully bold of you, my dear," he said in a smooth baritone purr. "And what makes you think I'm interested in tasting any of those parts of you, hmm? My tastes usually run a bit more womanly... or bloody." From his perch, Alastor flexed his paws, ruby gemstone claws extending to scratch over the stone with a grinding of stone on stone, claws so sharp they left tiny grooves in the rock face. Did the flamboyant man have any idea what he was attempting to seduce right now?



"Alastor Mendacium"