I am one with the animal inside

Scylla reacted wonderfully when Alastor kissed her hard and deep, those dainty little flexible toes gripping onto his chest fur in ways that sent lovely little tingles racing down his spine. She was a delectable little minx, the taste of both her mouth and her blood setting off fireworks inside his brain as primal chemicals reacted with one another, bringing about the feral beast that laid dormant inside his fractured mind. She showed no fear of him, holding him and kissing him back without any apprehension. It made Alastor's core clench hard, that hot lust surging through his bloodstream and causing more noticeable parts of him to react. He was a massive brute; there would be no hiding of anything even amongst all his flowing fur.

When Scylla showed her surprise to his warning and asked him the very simple question of why he thought she'd brought him out here, the pieces of the Klein fae's subtlety began to fall into place. Obsidian eyes held the mismatched jewels of the younger fae's. She would likely see his brain working it out in his frenzied state. He had initially believed she had just wanted to cut down a few poachers with him because they both shared a macabre interest in murder and death, but now realization was dawning on him. Alastor knew Manea had already had Scylla during their ladies' night some time back, but the notion that the svelte little seductress would set her sights on getting tangled up with him hadn't crossed the dire brute's mind. But now as she grinned at him and pulled her dexterous digits through his silky fur it all became crystal clear.

Alastor felt Scylla tug him closer by his fur, bringing him just that much closer so that she could run her tongue along his lower lip. The dire brute's whole body gave a lecherous shiver as she pulled a guttural groan from him. Gods, she was riling him up...! Her tongue flicked over his mouth again while she told him she would run if he wished, though it would not be fear spurring her on. The fur on the back of Alastor's neck bristled a bit at the prospect of getting to chase down this salacious young fae, the predator inside his brain gnashing its teeth as it imagined getting to run her down and have its way with her. Scylla gave herself over to him for the evening, and then left the decision up to him. The Mendacium man was stunned for a brief moment while he considered his options. He knew he would not be going back home tonight. Tonight, he and Scylla would ravage each other wild, leaving both wolves undoubtedly sore and spent by dawn. The only question was how they would get there.

It was the animalistic Alastor that won that debate in the end. He was a lecherous brute, and as long as Scylla stayed around Elysium he had the inkling that this would likely not be the only time they found themselves fucking each other. But how many times would they get the opportunity to do so when he was high on his bloodlust and fresh from a massacre? With a ravenous growl rumbling in his throat, Alastor pressed forward until he had shoved his nose into the side of Scylla's neck, finding where her pulse was the strongest and breathing in deep her sweet, feminine scent. Sampling her, memorizing her. She was about to be his prey, after all.

Alastor exhaled with a shuddering sigh as if he had just taken a hit of a powerful drug, thick pink tongue gliding across pearly fangs in eager anticipation. Now that he had her scent swirling in his brain and nares, tracking her down would be child's play. "Let's play some more, Scylla, and then you'll get to meet the animal you want." He was telling her to keep their game going, to give him a reason to chase her down and let the beast loose. This was what she wanted, after all. Drawing back so she could see the way his dark eyes pinned as he stared at her, already feeling his blood run hot as he imagined what she'd look like pinned beneath him, what she'd sound like as he filled her, Alastor uttered one last word.

"Run."

"Alastor Mendacium"