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- Sirius Revlis - 04-22-2011 [html] near the caves, mid-morning. FD to april 23/4, if thats cool with you? He just couldn't seem to perfect his design for the snare. It was infuriating to the circulative male, this inability to reach functional perfection - His skill set, although very much revolving around a keen intelligence, did not seem to have the patience required for a perfect design. The disassembled pieces of the snare where crunched angrily in one fist as the man rose from his crouch, sharp apple-green eyes spitting venom at the small tracks of hares that had so easily avoided his trap.
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She always marveled on the simplicity of her hunting gear, and the grace of movement a simple strand of leather cording had once put into motion. Small animals were the easiest, rabbits and weasels that could prove useful to the small body of a coyote, but she knew tricks to bring down bigger beasts. That was her boon for the morning. A bigger beast. More specifically, a bobcat or deer, though the more violent former was preferred. What fun was a hunt if she didn't have to fight for her kill? Miqui bore the scars of a bobcat's anger. Now his sister wanted one; Citlali was sure to find something useful for the pelt, and her Sun God would see the sacrifice she offered from it, if his eyes could penetrate the caverns that she now dwelled beneath. Once the easily-made snare was set, she waited, fire eyes watching the world as animals traipsed to and from. As time passed by, she found ways to make the region more enticing. Chipmunks and squirrels fell to her agile hands, something to tempt the carnivores into the area. How lucky she was patient, for hours passed before the creature she desired came forth. Sniffing, chuffing, angry little bobcat wandered forward with wary eyes, spotted pelt easily recognized in the springtime earth about it. Nothing seemed wrong, until it caught sight of unwanted motion. The small feline prepared to launch itself at what could be danger. She was faster. Sling at the ready, she slipped a rock into a familiar sag in the material; it only took two forceful swings to release it at the target. With a comforting plunk, her prey went down. Her vigorous practice in Barbados had lead to skill in at least one form of ranged weaponry, and it caused the vaguest pride to rise inside of her small chest. It hadn't been what she'd desired, of course, and she snarled at the unconscious animal as she approached. Clawed fingers tore easily into the flesh of the wildcat's neck. Warm blood stained her blonde hands. Damnable creature. She should have hunted for rabbits instead. With the corpse dragging along the ground, the young woman made her way back across the steps she had taken to get there, searching for her home amongst the caves. She didn't take notice of the light-colored man who, with his angry gait, seemed to be heading in the same direction. When she found herself running into him, she didn't apologize. Her body stopped, face turning toward the taller creature. Strange to be angry on such a day, but she herself had lost a pleasant mood. "Troubles, niño pequeño?" Boy, he was not, and he didn't rank as little either, yet the brazen woman spoke with apathy. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-23-2011 [html] wordcount :: 3+ It was not often that one was able to catch him off guard, for the Hunter's eyes were constantly alert, that sharp apple green with narrowed pupil that missed very little. But nonetheless, no soul could be perfect in any skill, and this shameful sentiment was proven when the woman bumped directly into him. She was shorter than he, and had been walking with less force, but the creature she dragged offered enough weight that the man staggered slightly.
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The creature she had found in her path, upon closer inspection, was oddly handsome in his own right. Contours of his face and torso left the impression of a large coyote in the mind of the Eternian woman. It was only vaguely interesting, however, to the fire-eyed female he towered over. What truly caught her eyes was the angry snarl that crossed his expression the moment he realized someone had invaded his space. Two shining flames set amongst golden expanse widened and gazed upon the irate male with the most intrigued look rarely found upon the Kimaris child at any point. Her smaller body leaned into the gap between them, just to see, just briefly before she regained her composure and straightened. The bobcat was dropped at her feet. He answered her question in a calm tone that did not belay his clear outrage, a rather pleasant sound she chose not to acknowledge as he explained his troubled day. The words brought a mirthful laugh to her slender jaws, something that faded as soon as it was heard. "Pearaps you haft become invisibal. You would not know, would you?" She shrugged her shoulders to finish the topic, and though she seemed to carry a lack of interest, her burning eyes remained transfixed upon the shocking emeralds that mirrored them. They watched as acidic gaze slipped upon her catch, glittering with heightened danger as he realized the task she had undergone — she had not a scratch upon her, after all. Maybe he was jealous, though it didn't show as he shot out a question that seemed to indicate he held power over her. It seemed everyone was interested in her rough, lilting language spoken with her family — first brash Salvia and now this pleasing rogue. Her head turned a fraction of an inch, as if to get a better look at him through one eye. "Español. Por qué? Why you want to know, pretty thing? Don' you haft your own words to speak?" So similar to what she had told Salvia when the little girl had bossed her way into lessons. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-23-2011 [html] wordcount :: 3+ If he noticed the inexplicable nearness of her frame, if only for a few beats, the man did not show it. He watched her instead, mirthless and judgmental, with eyes that were sharp with intelligence and acidic with irritation. They seemed so polar to her own, a warm, albeit eerie, deep rose.
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His falsified smile only served to increase her interest in an otherwise invisible acquaintance. Fiery eyes grew wide and intrigued, while her posture relaxed. The dark mask of thought returned quickly as it had left, but she did not return to her normalcy. No, he had proven much more unique than any of the other creatures found within the world, perhaps except Eris Eternity. The young Kimaris could appreciate his coyote features and well-defined body, taking them to mean worth and strength that others lacked, and she could appreciate the seemingly empty face he gave forth. Even as he insulted her, something she chose to ignore for the moment, her amusement remained. The laughter that had faded was replaced with the subtly coy grin that had found its way into her life more frequently than it used to. She did not recognize the language he so easily used, but bits of the sentence seemed so similar to what she knew. Her hands found her hips and rested there as he asked who she was in the most blunt, demanding way. If his expression had been less alluring, she might have found herself annoyed. As it stood, the coyote was more than willing to hear his questions as she silently appraised his body. "Tlantli Kimaris. Desde Eterne. Ahnd yoursalf?" Her response was much more inviting than his inquiry, though warmth was lacking amongst her Spanish accent — after all, he was family, though how true that was remained unknown. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-24-2011 [html] wordcount :: 3+ She seemed as curious with him as he was with her, and that served to please the brooding male. Sharp eyes glowered at her from above that slight, crocodile smile; measuring her, detailing her, tossing her about the ideas that circled in the hunter's mind. The bobcat had been dropped, a listless heap to the ground, and now her little hands found purchase on curved hips. She looked for all the world to be a stubborn pixie, defying him with that coy smile.
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Oh, how she enjoyed watching as his features lit up with curiosity before fading into the dark brooding that suited him well. As if to straighten her charmingly wild appearance, one petite hand rose to brush her dark locks to the side. She didn't really care too awful much how this man saw her — disheveled or polished, Tlantli never felt embarrassed to show her face. Why should she? No one there, in the caves of Anathema, had expressed interest in her physically. Granted, she would have cared little had they bowed at her feet; she would have still walked about as she pleased. He seemed to know her better than she expected, for of course she was Tlantli Kimaris. The coy grin faltered to a frown before plastering itself upon her jaws again, red eyes fixing upon the dangerous green set that burned their way into her mind. She was Tlantli Kimaris, and Eris had mentioned her. Eris, the same Eris she had only just met within the mountains. She made move to respond, but the handsome smile that laced his expression caught her off guard and any words that would have escaped her disappeared into the darkness of her mind once more. His introduction was simple, yet his final words were unsettling. "Ahnd what, Sie-reese Revlaz, has Ayeris told you." What kindness might have settled on her tongue before had fled. She wasn't asking, no. The young Kimaris woman demanded to know what he had been told about her. Rumors, whatever they were, often seemed so unpleasant, and she was not the type to sit idly by while others listened to lies. Brazen steps took her closer to the male, closing distance between the larger hybrid and his short companion — she had to tilt her head in order to see him properly. Both hands rested upon the curves of her hips again, though it served to give her the appearance of an angry housewife. "Do tell me avryt'ing; aye would like to know." <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-24-2011 [html] wordcount :: 3+ His latter words seemed to finally provoke from the sharp little woman a reaction that he could use. She closed the distance between them in a quick stride, and the hackles along the disheveled Revlis man's back quivered, much alike a startled feline's. However, he held he ground bravely, peering down his long wolfish muzzle at the Fae's startling ruby gaze. Her words were flat, brooking no disagreement, and Siri had to fight to urge to let sudden laughter rumble from his chest.
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He skirted the issue with pretty words wrapped in seduction that almost went unnoticed by the petite coyote for which it was meant. She rarely played games. If he had been any other person, it would have been certain to provoke her outrage. Or apathy. As it stood, she found herself curious — just what did this charming thing want from his feisty friend? Her frown dominated all sense of curiosity. An exchange. 'Exchange' was not a strange concept for her — she'd spent most of her life in Barbados 'exchanging' for passage to Freetown — yet she wondered if his exchange was far different from the filthy sailors who passed through the port city. As she pondered what accepting meant, she listened and studied and thought. His laughter was distracting, his smile just the same. It was as if she planned to make a deal with the Devil, a handsome likeness of Momoztli Himself who promised knowledge she so desired. Yes, she did not renege on her promises. But was he so trustworthy? The large, roguish, brooding thing before her that so stirred the strangest admiration and irritation at the same time, was he as trustworthy as she claimed to be? "Fine, we will eschange. But if aye find you haft lied to me, mi dulce lengua bífida serpiente," she took a moment to pause, lifting one feminine hand to press against the lean chest set before her. Dangerously, carelessly, she allowed sharp claws to dig into the flesh. "You ahre not too big to injure. Aye do not liek to be lied to. Aye promise." Threatening words came out low and warm and laced with anger and danger just as his lovely green eyes seemed to promise. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-24-2011 [html] wordcount :: 5+ For a moment they locked gazes; two cobras dancing, dangerous animals on the prowl. He may have been superior in strength and size, but she had the spirit world, and although Sirius considered himself far too practical to believe in many things, he had an avid respect for what lurked beyond death. Eris had called the woman a Shaman. The word whispered with power, and although he did not fear it, nor did he with to incur it's wrath. The Revlis man was many things, but he was not foolish, and it was unwise to taunt a nature he did not understand.
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She offended him with her stinging threat, but he handled it so gracefully. It pleased her to see he did not fold under his anger. If he had, she might have lost the respect she had since gained in their strange meeting — such outrageous displays of anger that others might have shown left a bitter taste in her mouth. Sirius Revlis quickly went from displeased to smiling his crocodile grin once again. As he had promised, he divulged the information she so desperately wanted. What had Eris said about her? It seemed the sable-shaded woman had spoken nothing bad. In fact, Tlantli was surprised to hear the traits she had disclosed to this strange man. Yes, Tlantli knew of Eterne's way, the religion of the devout Atototztli and the beliefs of the hybrid shamans within the streets. Yes, she was proud. Yes, she was alone. His voice lowered as he move on to explain her vulnerability, something she had recognized and ignored. His words, manipulative and seductive as they were, brought questions to light that she had never considered. Was Eris her family? She believed so, for she had lived amongst the Kimaris as Astaroth's daughter, even if she did not claim them now. Did she respect the dark Shaman? Oh, very much, for she saw herself in the warped Eternian eyes. They shared so many similarities amongst their differences, and Eris respected this commanding creature before her — did that mean Tlantli, too, would respect him? He claimed she missed the old ways, something she hid from herself and her brother, and his promise that he and Eris could bring them back stirred up dark emotions within the golden woman's chest. Her face turned from him, gaze searching into the empty lands of Anathema for something that was not there. This new place was not like her warm city. She was alone, without friends or true kin, amongst a jungle of wolves that she could not accept as real family. But this man, this brooding man with the sweet words and sharp tongue, he offered a solution. As he took her small hand in his own firm grasp, he questioned where her loyalty sat. Did it sit in Anathema? Or was it farther south, still lying in Eterne? Could she offer herself to the family he promised to create? Her fingers closed tightly around his hand as her gaze found its way back to acidic eyes that hypnotized her with simple glances. The most subtle smile, laced in vague joy and the promise of something unspoken, returned to brighten her once-troubled face. "Fine." He had kept his promise, and she saw no reason not to do the same. Whatever loyalty still remained locked away in the mind of the Kimaris woman shifted hands, from Anathema to Sirius Revlis. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 04-26-2011 [html] wordcount :: 3+ He could almost see her thinking, could almost watch the thoughts bubbling within the woman's tarnished rose eyes. The deep burgundy color proved to be an open portal, through which he could see the storm he had created. Inspiring such thought was a wonderful thing - His words had orchestrated a movement, and the movement would soon become an action, a change. A change. Excitement wrestled with his iron control. It all hinged on these little pieces falling into place.
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Her answer seemed to please him, seen in the wide and beautiful grin that painted his face a strange sort of excitement. Her own growing curiosity mingled with anticipation; anticipation for his promises to come true and anticipation for the day he would bring everything together. Their brief exchange burned into the catacombs of her mind, where it would stay until he was ready for her. Like so many things she did with her life, her secrets were kept away from prying eyes of undesirable parties. Why leak them to the public when she could use them for herself? Why waste her time? Her surroundings were wolves. They deserved nothing from her. And then it was over. With the brief touch of her hand to his mouth, the moment was finalized and ended and her smile faded into the background where it would remain just as his features returned to the dark brooding that so served the handsome man well. Did she need help with her catch, he asked, and rosy eyes sought out the forgotten shape on the ground. They passed between the dead cat and the lean man once, twice, before she bent down to retrieve it. "You would be so lucky, boy. Aye ahm not halpless, liek some ahf these fragile women." With a seemingly effortless movement, the animal was hoisted onto her shoulders. Her gaze narrowed, but not out of malice, as the coy grin she wore well returned to her light jaws. One slim finger reached out to tap his nose. "We use men liek you ahs slaves where aye ahm from. Ahren't you lucky to haft been born in thees place." Her body turned to face the entrance to their shared home, athletic frame carrying the bobcat into the encroaching darkness. Without pause, she glanced over a golden shoulder to gaze upon the face of her new acquaintance; it only remained fixed for a brief moment before she turned her eyes back to the darkness. <style> .ns01 {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:none;background-image:none;background-position:top middle;background-repeat:no-repeat;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:times new roman, sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:16px;letter-spacing:.5px;text-align:justify;margin-top:15px;} .ns01-ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;margin:2px; padding:0px;text-align:left;} .ns01 p {text-indent:25px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .ns01 b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .ns01 i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 05-01-2011 [html] wordcount :: -- Tlantli was fast to don the mantle of nonchalance, and she wore it well, slipping into deceit as one truly of his blood was so capable of perfecting. The space between their bodies was cool, but electricity pulsed through him still, and from the glitter in her own rose-hued eyes it sizzled in hers as well. A pact had been made here, and the power of her loyalty beat in his pulse, dark and potent. Sirius Revlis was not a man to feed off of power, but he enjoyed the touch and taste of it, as any mortal would.
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