Alastor wanted a challenge. All of the hunts he and Manea had been going on had been tremendous fun, and getting to slaughter any animal lesser than him was a delight in and of itself! But the twisted brute desired something more... entertaining. He wanted a prey that would take cunning, skill, and brute strength to bring down. He wanted something daring and different. Alastor wanted bison. And as it just so happened, the massive ebony brute had seen a herd of the giant cows wandering down across the prairie from the knolls up north, no doubt migrating in preparation for the winter. They were massive hulking beasts, and even he doubted his skill to be able to take down an adult. Those tasty looking calfs, however...

He had slunk away back home to find Manea playing with their children who were growing bigger and bigger by the day! Clearly both babies took after their parents in terms of size; Ava and Sara would be wolves to be reckoned with. "Care to take down a bison with me, my queen?" he asked her with a wicked grin showing every sharp tooth in his maw. The pups cooed in wonder and peered up at their father with wide eyes, making the brute chuckle and press his nose affectionately to each of their foreheads. "No no, not quite yet, my little fireflies. Soon! But this is just for mommy and daddy." He lifted his head to peer at the blonde handmaiden putting away fresh herbs. "Irilyth, watch the twins. I'm taking my wife out for a bit of exercise." With that Alastor nudged Manea's shoulder and let her out toward the herd.

Once they spotted the bison herd from atop a nearby hill, Alastor pointed out the small cluster of calfs milling about their mothers, grazing on some crisp golden grass. "I've heard stories of the tenderness of bison veal," he said, practically salivating at the thought of getting to bleed one of those little marshmallows dry. "A delicacy for you and the twins. I'm thinking start a stampede, one of us distracts the bulls, the other takes a calf down and we tag team it once it's grounded?"


"Alastor"

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Manea wore a grin while their beautiful twins tumbled around her, rolling them easily with her large paw as the pounced and jumped on her paws as if they were their opponents. Every passing day they seemed to get bigger and stronger. She had known pups grew fast, but seeing it with her own eyes and seeing how they changed from the moment they were born to now made her even more amazed than she had been seeing pups from afar. She looked up from the play fighting they were doing as Alastor returned from his scouting, giving him a curious glance. His suggestion made her brows raise with surprise, but the grin he gave her told her he had a plan. It was most certainly the biggest prey they had attempted to go after together and even with the two of them she questioned whether it was something they could accomplish, but she was certainly more than willing to humor his desires.

She untangled herself from their children with a smirk, rolling to her paws and giving herself a shake while her husband lovingly denied the pups their desire to go out with them. She chuckled and leaned her head down to give them each a kiss as well, echoing his words with her own assurances that they would get to go hunting and much more very, very soon. With Irilyth given the task of watching after the pups they left the cave, following Alastor out to a near by hill, peering down at the massive creatures that were moving about slowly down below. She looked to where he was pointing to look at the calves and she very quickly figured out what he had in mind, his mention of how tender the young bison were making her chuckle. "Sounds like a good plan to me, my demon. I'll distract and lead them away, you focus on bringing it down." She knew she was faster than her husband and he'd have an easier time bringing down the calf with his heavier build. They worked well together with their various strengths and she was happy to lean into those strengths whenever they were hunting together.

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Alastor was so happy that Manea entertained his insane flights of fancy, giving him little more than a skeptical look in the way of doubt, and then following him out to his hunt. Once he explained what he wanted to do, she seemed much more on board with his plans. His violet galaxy offered to take the role of leading the bulls away while he picked off a calf and Alastor had no qualms with that. She was faster and more agile than he was anyway, and would be better suited for avoiding the horns of the bulls while he'd do his best to wrangle a tender nugget of oxen. "Then let's begin, my queen! I'll head down to the right, you head left. We'll split their attention, then you get them stampeding." Alastor turned to head off—then paused. This was going to be their most dangerous hunt to date, and though he had no doubts in Manea's skills, a pang of worry still hit his heart. "And please, be careful, my love," he replied and gave her a quick kiss for good luck.

Alastor then split off from his mate, gliding with an unexpected grace down the hill and circling right around the herd of bison, using just the grasses to mask his presence. The herbivores were large and dumb, and had very few predators to speak of, so they felt safe. Boy, how wrong they were. The dark-furred brute managed to circle in closer to the herd without being detected, settling in with his muscles coiled and ready to spring forth once the herd started moving. When he saw which direction they'd start running, he'd know how to react. Manea would keep the more dangerous bulls distracted for him. He would have to secure their meat. Now it was all up to his incredible wife...


"Alastor"

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Manea nodded in agreement with the summary of their plan and was about to head off with her eagerness to get their hunt started, but paused when he stopped to tell her to be careful. She grinned and chuckled at that, returning his kiss. "Same goes to you, my daredevil." He was the one that was always landing himself in some kind of dangerous situation on their hunts, but his worry was adorable and she didn't want to discourage it. She knew she was one of the very few things in his life that he genuinely worried about and was probably the only thing before their children were born. With their tasks decided, she broke off to the left to start snaking her way through the tall grasses, keeping low and out of sight as she moved closer to the heard.

They were easier to approach than she expected. At one point as she neared the point where she could begin her chase, one of the bulls spotted her movement and she froze in the grasses, but after a long stare from the bull his head turned away again. Clearly they weren't smart creatures which would make her job easier and harder all at once. It told her that she was going to be able to get pretty close, but she would really need something noticeable to get them running. With a thoughtful flick of her tail she continued on until she was less than a dozen feet from the closest bison. She sat and watched them for a moment as she put together a plan, a grin pulling at her lips.

With her muscles coiled, she sprung forward and darted in low and fast toward a cow that was near to the calves they were targeting. She very nearly got to her target before she was noticed, the herd shifting and shuffling uneasily. She ducked behind the cow in question and bit hard on its back leg, making it bellow with pain and immediately start running in the opposite direction to get away from her attacker. Manea darted out of the way just as quickly, Ciemny and Temno being her extra eyes and calling down to her from up above to alert her of the near by stampeding bison until she was out of the thick of the herd. Skidding and pivoting to get behind the biggest bulk of the adults she started snarling and growling as she chased after them, biting at their heels to keep them moving as they created more distance between them and the calves that couldn't quite keep up with them.

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Alastor had been wondering how Manea planned to get the herd to start moving and separate. The bison were big and dumb, but being big had given them the evolutionary nature of not being afraid of many predators. One wolf would be difficult to get them startled, and he wondered if Manea planned on just waltzing right up to a calf to start the chaos. As it turned out, she instead sprung in for a cow, biting at its femur and making the greatest bellow in fright. The chase was on, and Alastor watched with giddy excitement as the herd started rushing around in chaos. He caught sight of flashes of violet fur every so often so he knew Manea was still okay, her ravens circling overhead to keep an eye out for her in the stampede. The creatures were dangerous when whipped into a frenzy and the last thing he wanted was for something to happen to his entire reason for existence.

Once Manea had thoroughly distracted the bulls, leaving the cows to lumber away with their calves, Alastor bared his dagger-like teeth in a wicked grin and rushed into the fray. He sprinted around the opposite side of the herd, sharklike eyes scanning the calves until he picked out one of the younger males lagging behind the group, its shorter legs not yet fully developed enough to hit a full stride. That little filet would be their meal! Turning in toward the calf, Alastor raced towards it, narrowly dodging a cow that saw him and tried to rush him. He ran up to the calf, jaws opened wide to sink his deadly fangs into its tender hamstrings, thrashing to tear through muscle and sinew in a gush of hot blood. The calf gave a squeaking bellow and nearly toppled over, now limping along and making it far too easy for Alastor to jump to its next leg and repeat the process, fully handicapping the calf.

The calf lay half sprawled across the prairie grass, bleeding from two ragged wounds in the backs of its legs. It could no longer run or put any weight on its hind legs, leaving it to try and drag itself away from the wolves in a pitiful display. The cow that had tried to stop him rushed him again to try and protect its baby, but Alastor deftly skirted to the side, snapping at the bison's knees as it passed, then turned and feigned a charge for another calf. The cow ran to try and block the wolf from taking a second kill, and Alastor casually broke away, trotting victoriously back to the now abandoned calf. He met the mother's gaze with a sick smirk of triumph, seeing the beast's dilemma of whether it tried to stop the dire wolf from finishing his kill or protecting the rest of the calves. In the end, the cow snorted and ran off to protect the remaining younglings, abandoning the crippled calf to its inevitable fate.

Alastor grinned a disturbing smile while he watched the herd take off, howling for Manea to cease harassing the herd and come join him. He would need her help butchering this tasty morsel. Oh, but first things first! Alastor climbed onto the back of the struggling calf, listening to it shout in pain and terror. Although still very much a juvenile, it had already begun to build up a decent layer of fat around its neck in preparation for the coming winter. This would not be a quick or clean kill. Craning his neck down to the bison's, Alastor sunk his fangs into the prey animal's flesh. The calf screamed in pain and tried to buck the wolf off of him, but Alastor dug his claws into the bison's back. The dire brute bit down in its neck again and again, tearing flesh and fat away until his teeth met the hard edge of bone. He snarled and snapped his jaws down around the animal's spine, biting with all his strength until he felt the bones crack and split apart, breaking into pieces like a stick.

The bison spasmed and collapsed to the ground, its body slowly dying while its mind remained conscious all the way through. He stood atop his kill like the grim reaper, watching as the life slowly left the young herbivore beneath him. Abyssal obsidian eyes peered up to find Manea, grinning a huge bloody smile while he gestured to the animal with a large paw, inviting her to have the honors of ending its life or watching it slowly die as it failed to control its lungs enough to breathe, whichever she preferred.


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Manea kept up her scare tactics to keep as many of the adults busy and running the opposite way from the calves as possible until she heard Alastor's howl to call her back to him. With a grin she broke away from the stampeding bison, making sure to get well and clear of their pounding hooves before she began to slow to an easy lope. She was panting from the hard running and dodging she had been doing between the giant herbivores, but as long as their hunt was successful then it was more than worth it. She spotted Alastor's hulking black and red marked form over top the panicked, bellowing calf in the distance and a pleased grin pulled across her lips with a flash of sharp teeth. She reached her husband and their prey just as he was lifting his head away from severing its spine, chuckling as he gave a grand gesture at the animal slowly dying under him. "Well done as always, my love," she purred, ignoring the calf for a moment to tip her head up to Alastor's and catch his lips in a heated kiss. Her kiss led to another and another until they were fully making out while the bison calf under them finally died. She broke their kiss with a heavy lidded glance and a sly grin. "Perhaps we should take advantage of our time away from the children while we're here," she suggested with a chuckle, brushing her muzzle against his and nipping at his jaw.

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Manea complimented his art, but then showed her greater appreciation for him by claiming his lips in a heated kiss. Alastor gave a surprised murr that easily melted into a rumbling purr of delight, kissing her back again, then again, and again until their lips stopped parting. Black eyes slipped closed as he slid his tongue into his wife's mouth, tasting her and allowing her to sample the flavor of bison blood in his maw. He didn't know how long it took the bison calf to bleed to death beneath them, far too distracted with Manea's displays of passion and lust, stirring up the primal urge to have his way with her and make his mate sing for him. When their mouths finally did part, Alastor sucked in a shallow breath and met Manea's lecherous grin with fire smoldering in his dark eyes. She suggested taking advantage of their time alone, and Alastor was already on the same page as her.

The giant brute didn't say a word as he slipped his forelegs underneath Manea's arms, hoisting her off of her paws with a strong pull to toss her body onto the bison's warm corpse, pinning her between the carcass and his own body just like he had when they'd fucked one another on the extra dire wolf. He grinned down at his beautiful mate with a deep, wholehearted love and a primal, wild lust. She drew out the animal in him and coaxed him to let it loose on her. Alastor did just that, aligning his hips with hers and sinking into Manea with a deep growl of animalistic pleasure, his brain skipping between conscious thoughts and feral instincts from the taste of blood in his mouth. He was not gentle with Manea, giving her all the bites and scratches he had withheld throughout her pregnancy, finally unleashing himself on her to fully and deeply satisfy their every desire. And he wasn't going to stop until he had her howling her pleasure to the whole world.

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"Alastor"

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