At the sound of commotion, the canine couldn't help himself but to intrude on the situation. While there were plenty of familiar faces, a new one met his eye. An elegant leopard floated across his vision. Their dark pelt intrigued him, her small spots visible in only direct sunlight. Along with that, her demeanor was bold. Vale walked with swagger and spoke like a brute, surprising Alastor. 'Some attitude on her,' he smugly thought to himself. Despite his dismay, they wouldn't be going their separate ways just yet.
A crude change happened before his eyes though. What was once a dazzling leopard now appeared to be toned Jaguar. The doberman merely watched, a devious smirk curling upon his maw. That same power had gotten him control of Kliment and now Jessica was here with a power of the same element. Interesting.
There seemed to be a lot of newcomers lately. Returners also. After all, they seemed to know her. Alastor had never left Elysium in his life, so he wouldn't know their outside experience. Nevertheless, their stories interested him. The curious Doberman Pinscher always wanted to know where they stayed, how their days went, and who resided in such area. It was something he couldn't help himself from doing. Questions, rather than plain commands, were his getaway. Asking someone was a lot more polite than demanding their presence. Not that he could help himself though.
Nosy as can be, Alastor spoke up from his silence. "Where'd you come from, sweetheart?" came his blunt question. He held no remorse on his name-calling. His filter was non-existent.
A crude change happened before his eyes though. What was once a dazzling leopard now appeared to be toned Jaguar. The doberman merely watched, a devious smirk curling upon his maw. That same power had gotten him control of Kliment and now Jessica was here with a power of the same element. Interesting.
There seemed to be a lot of newcomers lately. Returners also. After all, they seemed to know her. Alastor had never left Elysium in his life, so he wouldn't know their outside experience. Nevertheless, their stories interested him. The curious Doberman Pinscher always wanted to know where they stayed, how their days went, and who resided in such area. It was something he couldn't help himself from doing. Questions, rather than plain commands, were his getaway. Asking someone was a lot more polite than demanding their presence. Not that he could help himself though.
Nosy as can be, Alastor spoke up from his silence. "Where'd you come from, sweetheart?" came his blunt question. He held no remorse on his name-calling. His filter was non-existent.
STEPPIN' INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE
[color=#1a1a1a]tags.& elysium. & doberman pinscher.