#al-tercation

[alteregozowie]

He's going to scoop up Zowie and rock him in his arms to try and get him to sleep

That was sudden, almost startling even. He's looking up at his other blinking. "I know you mean well but I don't really think that's going to-"

It was rather nice. And comfortable. He was getting cold and the warmth felt so nice....but this wasn't actually going to work was-

He never even finished the thought.

[alteregozowie]

He supposed he was being rather obnoxious, especially about getting some sleep. The other not having it But he always was. He hated it, and it's when the nightmares come too. So he'd rather be sitting on the edge of his alternate's own desk, pestering him while he worked, until he finally called him out on everything at once.

"I'll have you know," he started with a huff, taking one of the arms from the desk. He put a finger to it, scraping at the blood, then popping that finger into his mouth to taste. Delicious. "That I'm more of an.....awake all the time person! Aren't you lucky?" He's pointing at him with the arm, comically. "I don't need coddling, and I most certainly don't need....a punishment. I hardly think that's fair!"

Was he whining? Absolutely. Tired? Obviously. Was he blushing a little? Also correct. He took to fidgeting with the arm now, pouting. The Radio Demon hadn't exactly been helpful with sorting, just with complaining.

"It's late. Can I be in trouble tomorrow?"

Tired Sentences, Vol. 3

"You're in trouble almost every day, my dear Zowie. However, I am rather fascinated how absolutely stubborn you can be when it comes to actually getting sleep."

He leaned over his desk, chin resting in his hands. At this time Alastor is a mess of blood and dirt from a recent kill.

"I have to admire your endurance. Are you more of a night creature, such as myself? Or are you staying awake this long so someone can coddle you and put you to bed?" Such a silly yet adorable alternate.

"You really should use that endurance for other tasks. Like helping me sort out some body parts.....unless you are looking for a nice punishment for being bratty tonight."

[riachan187]

How did I forget to post this? Me and my friends avatar in the online game Toram online. Balter (right) and Al Cat (left) in the role play are married *^* and also have kids named Calter, Alter and, Tercat (whomst I may draw later) I'm pretty happy with the way they turned out /*^*/ they are so cute!! Baltcat forever!

[alteregozowie]

He quietly slips up behind the alternate, resting his chin on Zowie's shoulder. "You know what would complete your outfit today?" His grin grows a bit more, "My scent."

His other startled him a little when he rested his chin there. What a pick up line, however when he said it, it sounded like he meant it.

"Goodness, that's quite the pick up line," he said with a shakey laugh. Tilting his head to look at him further, he let his intrusive thoughts win.

"Can I touch your antlers? They're so much different than mine."

[alteregozowie]

Oh that certainly is an interesting reaction! Alastor's particularly long tongue starts to poke out. "Well, you're the one that brought it up. I'm starting to think you just want me to lick you. Are you afraid you'll taste like cheese and salami?"

"For your information, I do not taste like cheese or salami!"

He was flustered, to say the least, and he couldn't hide it the way his alternate was flaunting that tongue like that. He very nearly forgot the question.

"I- I never said that!"

[you-have-a-very-interesting-face]

The Salem Witch Trials Pt. 2

The Al-tercation

Hey uh, guys, I have something I need to tell you

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[alteregozowie]

He paused, thinking that over carefully before answering. "Would you LIKE for me to lick your face?"

"I....I'm not.....sure?" Alastor felt the blush creeping into his face and averted his gaze in a slight garble of static. He was caught off guard a little.

[alteregozowie]

"You're a cannibal, yes? You never actually eaten a dick?"

He's never really thought about it before, and he's swallowed people whole in his eldritch form, so....he guessed that counted?

"I.....well I suppose swallowing a person whole counts? I haven't really thought about it.....but not exactly specifically and with intent, no."

[alteregozowie]

Name: Alastor (the feral one) Age: Vintage Do you like to cuddle?: Yes Can we make-out?: Yes and bite and lick and nip A night in or dinner out?: A night out---I want to hunt and catch you Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Neither What makes you a good Valentine?: Strong, fluffy, can hunt anything, will bring you fresh kills and can be your weighted blanket, will kill your enemies Would you cook for me?: I will provide you with the freshest organs Would you let me cook for you?: Yes I would like to taste your flesh and blood

Valentine's Application:

What he would not give to go hunting with his other! He just knows they would have a grand time. He probably wasn't as skilled as his alternate was, and maybe he could learn a thing or to. The dinner out is only slightly concerning, it seemed a little exciting.

That fluffiness was quite the seller as well.

[alteregozowie]

He's going to slip some sinner stew under his desk. Food always makes him feel better...and vengeance.

That smells rather delicious....and he was kind of hungry.....there's a clink of silverware from under the desk, meaning he very much enjoying the stew.

[alteregozowie]

He's just going to roll around all over Zowie's chair, tables, rug, anything he can mark himself on before he leaves.

"Oh! What a pleasent surpri-" But he was already out the door before he could finish that sentence. Upon walking further into the room, he did definitely smell a rather rugged, but nice scent in the room, his alternate's brand for certain. He blinked a few times.

"Huh. I wonder why he....."

[alteregozowie]

"Is everyone picking on you Zowie? I'm sorry I upset you, you just look very cute when you're all confused."

"Ah well....they're always doing something, I'm used to it."

[alteregozowie]

Unable to help himself, and to satisfy his own curiosity, Alastor leaned in to give Zowie's cheek a sloppy lick--maybe he snuck in a nip too. The stag pulled back to test the taste on his tongue as if he just sipped some wine. "Hmm, just as I thought....GOUDA with a hint of smoked salami." He paused, unsure about something, so he goes in for another lick across his jaw. "..OH and some Devil's Lettuce!"

Alastor is frozen there momentarily, unable to comprehend what just happened. As the other was discussing the...notes of flavor, Alastor took to trying to protest before he was licked across the face again. It silenced him, and the Radio Demon blinked. Gouda? Salami?

"Hey now, don't say that last part too loud, I promised I'd cut back."

[alteregozowie]

"Crocodile tears are not as delicious, but I don't mind drinking them every now and then. It's almost tastes like a slightly un-sweetened lemonade in the summertime."

"Are....are you going to lick my face?"

But now of course he's curious if it actually tastes like that. The one unhinged wheel that clicks on the track turns every now and then.

[alteregozowie]

"How fascinating!" A journal would have been a good idea too. He wished he had thought of it, had he not liked the feel of tangible prizes in his hands. "I managed to steer clear of the coppers, as I'd feed the bodies to the marsh. Not many were hell-bent on trenching through a 'gator infested swampland."

This one really was a hunter, through and through. Using every inch of his prey, it was an admirable trait. Maybe he'd ask him what he used to preserve a whole heart like that. Alastor would love one for in his radio tower.

"I wish....I had known that so long ago," he sighed. He'd never get that collection back. It made him a little sad. "Because I would have sent one to go get it. It was very dear to me. All my hard work for nothing. I had them hanging up in my shed, all nice and neat. I'm sure time has taken its toll on it, however."

Alastor himself didn't have any regrets, truly. He just wished he had certain things from his past. More tangible things. Some reminiscence of his mother, for sure. His teeth and jaw collection....but other then that, he wasn't going to waste time on regret.

Oh my! He likes the way Zowie’s eyes light up upon talking about a hunt. They should be getting along just fine then. Perhaps even further down the line he’ll be interested in teaming up. Not many can keep up with him while out in the woods. It would be nice to have a partner that knows how to track and catch his kill with efficiency.

Alastor’s own fuzzy ears perk up with interest at the mention of a ‘collection’. “I did! It was a journal actually. During my human life I didn’t get as bold to collect bones and teeth---I had been very careful not to get caught by the police. On top of that, my body counts were far to high to collect bones, I wouldn’t have any place to store them, but I did keep hair in my journal. Each page contained a description of the people I killed and a small lock of hair. Far more manageable for me and I can take it with me anywhere.”

It would have been nice though to keep bones and teeth back then. “These days, I do keep all kinds of prizes from my kills. Teeth, bones, claws, ---I even put a heart in a jar to preserve it. I like to use every part of their body to the best of my abilities so not to waste it! Why, just recently I learned how to make a quilt out of their fur---if the sinner HAS fur.”

“I was actually able to salvage my journal. Hellborn—if you pay them enough—are able to go topside to fetch items to bring down here. I got lucky though; I never thought I’d find my journal. Looking back at it, there are so many things I probably wouldn’t have done now or would have done in a different way.”

[alteregozowie]

"I did! I got my foot in the door, starting with sports, and worked my way further into it." He wouldn't say it was easy, far from it, but he had quite a bit of experience with different forms of broadcasting. Some of the best, and most frustrating times of his life.

"It was fun, specifically baseball, which was a challenge because the games tend to drag with nothing happening. So you had to keep it fresh. But it was a fun time! I liked it, the games and matches were fun. Hunting? Well!"

Hunting! How wonderful! Alastor also loved the thrill of the hunt. The look of horror they would have in their eyes when he cornered them, the way their screams cut off right as he swung the axe down-

"Everything about it! From the chase, to the kill, tell me-" Alastor leaned over to grin at him, but his eyes held a touch of sadism. "Did you have a collection too? I had such a beautiful set of jawbones and teeth, unfortunately, it was lost when I died."

"Zowie! What a unique name! You did sports commentary?" This is the first alternate that he's talked to that had a bit of a different backstory when it comes to being a host. Personality wise, he's certainly standing out as well---lively and bubbly. Is that the correct word for it? Yes. This alternate is bubbly, like a bubble blower of sorts. Or fruity chewing gum! Quite adorable! "Do you like sports?"

"I used to see some of the games back home. Baseball. I wasn't really much into it, but I liked the atmosphere. It gets the blood pumping! However, these days I stick to hunting. I do love a good chase!"