Putting On A Show

Relm's striking silver eyes lifted from the elk once its life had ended and the two of them held one another's gaze. No doubt she could see the look in his, not too dissimilar from a junkie who'd just taken a hit of their favorite substance. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately in some manners) for Relm, the bloodlust he got from taking down prey was only a small fraction to the manic high he got when it was the thrill of combat and claiming the lives of other wolves. His animal rejoiced at the blood it was fed, but it was nowhere near strong enough to break loose of its cage, like it had when he'd eviscerated Kefka. If anything, Alastor was more riding a high that was like being on ecstasy. He studied Relm closely for a few long moments, seeing the surprise and curiosity in her gaze while she took in the sight of him. Then that look turned to one of admiration or maybe it was desire, and Alastor felt his belly clench with a hard need.

In the next moment Relm was sliding forward to lean over the elk carcass and leaning in to sear his lips with a heated kiss. Alastor released a carnal growl of desire and pressed forward into the young woman's advances. His broad chest pushed up to hers, mouth crushing to hers with eager and hungry need while he kissed her back. Obsidian eyes disappeared behind ebony eyelids while he enjoyed the taste of Relm mixing on his tongue with the metallic flavor of elk blood. She was exquisite and it was making the dire brute ravenous. His heart pounded in his chest, partly from the chase and partly in anticipation for what he and Relm would inevitably do now—unless she intended to tease him some more and continue their hunt.

Not one to squander his chance to get some satisfaction for his other lust, Alastor pressed himself towards Relm some more. An enormous black paw lifted to go for the pink fae's sides, aiming to slip beneath her foreleg and shoulder so he could sweep Relm off her feet and bring her down to the ground using the elk body as a macabre pillow of sorts. If she didn't show him any resistance now, there would be nothing stopping him from having his way with the wolf that had possessed his mind, heart, and tainted soul like a phantom.

"Alastor"