Luxury Accommodations

The story that Briar and Artorias regaled the Mendacium couple with brought a delighted smile to Alastor's face. It was so unexpectedly wholesome and adorable! Hearing where Briar's life had begun as a daughter of the infamous Warlord of the Armada came as no surprise to him; he'd suspected by her decorum and behavior that she was some highborn wolf. How intriguing to know what stock she came from. Sirius had been one of the few to publicly show his support for the Mendaciums during that sham of a pack challenge some time ago, and Alastor had found a deep respect for the man. Well, now he had a further appreciation for the alpha, as it seemed he bred quite attractive daughters as well. Briefly, the dark-furred Elysian had the same train of thought as his wife: their union would be binding two large and prolific packs in the land together. It would definitely behoove them to get on the couple's good side to maintain good relations with both packs. He could easily have expected this to be an arranged marriage as well, though the outward affection Artorias showered onto his fiancée left little doubt that the young couple were indeed very much doing this out of love and not duty.

While Manea commented on how adorable the two of them were while Artorias continued to fluster his future bride with kisses and affections, Alastor couldn't help but grin while he watched the two, seeing the drunken Aegis getting more and more frisky with the lovely Fatalis lady. His plan had worked flawlessly, and Artorias' inhibitions were all but gone by this point. That just left Briar as the variable in their evening plans. "Oh yes, far be it for us to get in between such enthusiastic young lovers," Alastor agreed with his mate, giving both Artorias and Briar a knowing grin. While Manea put on the charm, trying to seduce Briar and invite them to join them for an evening of passionate romping, Alastor fixed his hungry obsidian eyes on the inebriated Artorias, giving the other male a sordid grin and a purring growl of his own.

"It would be our pleasure to share your company as thanks for your generosity," he said in husky, lustful tones, his gaze shifting between Briar and Artorias. He wasn't sure which he was more keen to devour first! "We like to thoroughly enjoy our time with the wolves we like in Elysium. Savor all of life's little pleasures, you know... And we certainly like you both very much." Alastor turned his lecherous grin back to his mate, the scent of her heat already beginning to drive him a little wild. Was it affecting the young Artorias as well? Surely if he was having a time dealing with his mate's scent, the young and virile brute would be having a time of it as well.

"Alastor Mendacium"