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- Tlantli Kimaris - 05-12-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> Word Count » 432 :: Borgata Colotl. Kiki's first actual points in Salsola! Yay for Kiki! Also, p. for Sirius; Alaine, you can date this to whenever. The ruins were dark and had the distinct smell of musky animals and mildew, but as she descended into the new home for much of their small family. A please smile crossed golden features, fingers curling around the scruff of the bobcat she carted along; it was a gift for the one she sought, the handsome devil who had turned her mind toward the future. He was power, he held the love and loyalty of many who now resided amongst the thistle-lined ruins. She wasn't stupid. Addressing him in his new position was expected, if not required by her own moral code. Though he had seemed less than pleased to see her capabilities in their prior meeting, there was no chance for her to usurp his skill or masculinity by bringing the gift on her own terms. A slender arm adjusted the dusty red strap that crossed her chest, covering up the dark scar that rested there; her bag clanked together with the same metallic sound as her bracelets as she moved, reminding the world that she carried much more than her awkward grace and aggressive air. That was what had given her a place amongst them. She was Eternian, and she was given some form of respect by both her cousin-sister Eris and this charming thing known as Sirius Revlis. She was not the sort to be proud, yet something bubbled up inside of her chest as she progressed into the rocky home of Borgata Colotl. Deeper still she trekked, footsteps soft on the cool surface of the ground, searching for the hybrid she had aligned herself to. On her mind was more than just handing over the whole wild cat. He held status, he was family, and like she offered her family, she would offer him her abilities in bettering his body. A huff escaped her dark-lined lips and she stopped, dropping the furry corpse so she could rest. She wasn't truly tired, but he could always come to her instead. With all the grace of a stallion, rather than a female Luperci, she dropped to the ground and started to rummage amongst the items in her satchel. Out came the worn knife used for so many of her daily tasks, ready to skin the creature before her while she waited for the roguish leader. "Que tipico para un hombre, que me deja esperar para él." The words were spoken into the sunlight filtering into the ruined structure, and caused a bright laugh to emanate from the fae-creature as she worked. - Sirius Revlis - 05-13-2011 [html] ooc: eeee! bobtail siri! He walked with a slight limp and the air of someone not to be disturbed. The bear had scarred his ribs, and although thick umber fur covered those neat incisions it was difficult to keep from wincing. A little bruised and battered, the Revlis male seemed in a positively sour mood. There was a strange lack of balance to his usually silent stride - Where a thick, proud plume had once been held high over taught rear, now there was merely a stubborn tuft, like those to be found on the haunches of a stag. The bear had taken his handsome tail, and in return, the Hunter had taken its life.
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Also, finessing = finishing. Not actually finessing. Waiting was not something she had learned to do with any grace. The dull, somewhat rusted pocketknife found in Barbados severed the hold between the bobcat's skin and meat, allowing her to separate what she wanted from what she would give away. Blood heated the air and turned her hands a brassy orange. She enjoyed the work. Although she could never be considered something in the way of a true sadist, she found joy in the simple task of killing and skinning — it kept her busy when there was nothing else to do. The one she had been waiting for disrupted the process, of course. Though she saw his approach from the corner of her garnet eyes, she did not turn to look at him. It wasn't out of disrespect that she kept her eyes down, but rather because she recognized his place in her new world. Sirius was no longer the abrasive equal he had been in the dark caverns of Anathema. While she had once treated him with the same distant affection of any strange male, that was the past. At least in public places, that was the past. Now Sirius Revlis was King, Boss, leader. Something important that should be treated as such. His voice rang out on the otherwise silent air about her, causing her ears to twist in order to capture all of the beautiful notes found in his speech. Without looking at him directly, she did not see the hints of pain that lingered in his posture and gaze. "Aye ahm finessing ah presant." Vipers fangs glistened in the traces of sunlight that entered their shared domicile, black-rimmed lips pulling into her version of a pleasant smile. Slow and comfortably, with ease of movement, she rose to her feet and brought the half-skinned wildcat with her. Now in a better position to see, fiery eyes drank in both what was right and what seemed to be wrong in the body of her handsome leader. She couldn't see the markings left hidden under his thick fur, but she did take notice of his new deformity; where she distinctly remembered a tail being, there was nothing. Without apology or hesitation, her body twisted ever so slightly so she could see the much shorter, furry tuft that now sat at the base of his spine. If she'd been a more cheerful woman, she might have laughed at his predicament. As it was, her own tail simply fluttered from side to side while amusement remained silent in her mind. "Did ch'you get into sahm trouble, muneca? Looks liek you ahre missin' aye lots of your tail." Her eyes returned to wandering over his dark shape, an eagerness surfacing in her eyes for only a moment before sinking back beneath the surface. She hefted the bobcat over her shoulder with ease, turning her gaze back to his features; fiery eyes avoided favored acid green by settling on his nose instead, to see the crocodile smile that rested on the jaws nearby. "Tu sonrisa es bonita, carino." Perhaps to any other creature, it would have been intimidating. - Sirius Revlis - 05-13-2011 [html] Word Count » 5+ The woman did not look to him at first, and though the male experienced a familiar rush of superiority, there was also a strange longing within him to see her troublesome rose eyes. The Witch had hands stained with blood, and although the Revlis man was not repulsed by the liquid, the uncleanliness made his nose twitch once - the smallest gesture of dissatisfaction that her marbled gold coat was marred by the sticky ruby.
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She's a freak like that. There was a shift in the air as his ears caught the sound of his Crone's taunting voice, the Spanish-laced syllables dancing into the world with all the forceful teasing that Tlantli presented at any moment when faced with one of her preferred pack members. Of course, it was out of her place; she knew this, and she expected more from the handsome hybrid leader than what she received. His voice snaked to her ears with the same shadowed danger she had first noticed back in front of the caves of Anathema. The faintest shiver rolled down the spine of the golden coyote, dark eyes growing wide in both subtle surprise and clear amusement. His assertion of his rank, of the power he held over the young Eternian, brought about the familiar yearning recognized by the golden woman as faint traces of desire; oh yes, he was certainly a desirable male, much more so than the fool that Eris cavorted with. Her mind turned to the dark hybrid woman and she wondered, oh how she wondered, why the Auxiliary had chosen such a fool over the handsome Revlis. Of course, it mattered little — at least the golden Kimaris recognized his qualities, if no one else did. Sirius attempted to diffuse the stern tone with a casual shrug and the woman let out a rather barking laugh, one of her less appealing qualities. The thick golden tail attached to the base of her spine waved freely in the air. He ignored her question about leaving the bear itself whole, instead leaving her with the knowledge that she would simply have to be patient. The woman's hands rested on slim hips. Her displeasure on that fact was clear in her fiery red eyes, which met the leader's cool acid green gaze. It was time. She turned away on fae toes and crossed to his collection of sharp paraphernalia. Fingers danced over each cold blade before she lifted one from its place. "Lay on your stomack." She approached once more, placing hands on the handsome male's shoulders to push him down upon the ground; he went easily enough, giving her ample space to sit upon the small of his back. Each leg rested on one side of the toned torso, Eternian body leaning forward atop the back of the Boss; were it anyone else, she would not have been so comfortable with their close proximity. Small hands ran over the muscles in his back — she knew where the mark would be going, of course, but there was no reason to overlook the chance to explore his musculature for just a moment. And then there it was. The sharp point of her chosen knife found its way beneath the flesh spread between the Boss' shoulders, the Crone swiftly scratching their new symbol in the furred skin. First shallow, then much deeper as she returned over her lines. - Sirius Revlis - 06-01-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It seemed his words had curbed her for now - Perhaps not his silver tongue, but merely the hint of danger that bled from it, that exciting thrill of venom within sharp olive. For a moment, she was haughty; His gaze bore heavily into the Kimaris woman, hungrily, but with the strict steel control of the Hunter. Then finally she broke the contact, barking a calm order as deceptively slender fingers poured over his assortment of hunting knives and daggers. He resisted, waiting until cool palms urged against the tense muscles of his shoulders to do as she bid.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 06-01-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> Word Count » 370 :: Tlantli is so weird, but I love it. Vampiah lady. The cool blade was quickly stained the dark crimson shade of a tool used to maim another, as it was drawn through the double arrow symbol again and again, deepening the mark with each new pass. She did not go deeper than necessary; it wouldn't benefit anyone if she injured the leader of their delicately formed family. No, it remained in a shallow channel of flesh, surrounded by the rivulets of metallic red that caught the Crone's fiery eyes. It was leader's blood that seeped into the fur of the broody male's back, leader's blood that flowed through the leader's veins as he endured the pain of family pride. The long and androgynous golden fingers of the young Kimaris wove their way through tarnished chocolate, finding themselves graced with the odd shade of orange that she was often stained after a sacrifice to her Sun. In the queerest act of reverence, she lowered her nose to the mark, warm tongue pushed out into the fur; the taste of the blood was bitter, but pleasant enough, and the female moved on to gently clean the wound in her feral way. She allowed her hand to release the blade, petite body rolling her weight from the back of the Revlis male and onto the bear skin at his side; as if savouring the taste of the Boss' blood, her eyes closed and she remained silent. No words were truly necessary — she had done her part, and it was now time for him to regain his control on the situation. What she was made to do next was his choice, as he held all power over the dominating coyote, and she felt no disgust in the idea of following him. It was strange; had he been any other wolf, perhaps even her beloved non-sister, there would have been resentment. Stained fingers raised to allow a toned arm to rest upon her forehead, burning gaze returning to the ceiling of the leader's home; she was content, though she did not allow it to form upon her features. Better Sirius not know she felt comfort in the new home of the new family, lest she be found weak in the eyes of someone who held importance. - Sirius Revlis - 06-14-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The burning on his back, numbed from sharp pain by the repetitive molestation of the keen edge of the hunting knife, sent strange flashes of heat through his limbs. It was unnatural for the canny creature to remain still as he was repeatedly wounded - Lean body resented the cool blade, the way it drew forth his blood. Only the devilish control he held over body and mind kept the male still beneath Tlantli's curved hips, his frame tensed but frozen in resolution.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 06-20-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> As it was finished, as her mind came full circle back to reality, Tlantli gave her leader back the tauntingly respectful gaze of her fiery Kimaris eyes. She played with fire when it came to Sirius, walking a fine line of submission and dominance — always so willing to flaunt her brazen wiles while still keeping her place beneath him in her mind. She was simply a pawn in his game, under his control to the fullest extent and more than willing to proclaim such a thing. It didn't matter if she was left without her own power. It didn't matter if she'd lost her freedom upon following the handsome creature out of the mountains. She was given back family, a pleasant thought, and something that she could use to give back to her father in the future. She didn't assume anything of the internal workings of her new Lord, didn't have any realization of restrained lust within him; how could she? She may have been a shaman, some sort of voodoo priestess, but Tlantli's knowledge did not penetrate the minds of men. With golden fingers tarnished to bronze, she found her capabilities in the lifestream rather than reality. Her thoughts were cut off with a sigh that erupted from the woman's chest, a passive response to her leader's inquiry. For the moment, it was finished, though she knew that the process itself would be repeated over a course of time. "For now." She couldn't say for sure when the mark would be finalized, but Sirius would gain reprieve for a few cycles of the sun. She offered a lackadaisical grin, raising one hand to almost tauntingly tap his nose. "Perfetion cannot be rushed, though." Her words were closed by glittering laughter, a paranormal sound that emanated from the witchdoctor. Laughter was no common thing to be heard from Tlantli; it seemed foreign to her own ears. - Sirius Revlis - 06-26-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ He watched her keenly, hungrily. Something about the Kimaris woman made his insides ache, and he had begun to suspect himself bewitched by her wickedness. But Sirius was not a fool, and nor was he a creature easily won - Dominance demanded her attentiveness, and possessiveness demanded her attention. Vain to a fault, the feeling of her ruby eyes adoring his brooding scowl gave the Thistle King more pleasure than he would ever admit.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Tlantli Kimaris - 06-27-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;} .tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; } .tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;} .tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;} </style> She reveled in the chance to blur the lines of hierarchy, enjoying the shift in expression that the Thistle King exhibited upon her insubordinate tap to his nose. Of course, Tlantli knew where she stood. She was there because of Eris, for Eris, as Eris' underling in the ways of spirit and ritual. Were it not for the dark Auxiliary, she would not have been sought out by the brown-and-tan Boss. Perhaps that was why she danced around the fine lines of leadership, not wanting to take the crown from either figure, but enjoying her chance to mingle in the limelight; she had a desire to forge her own place, one not reliant on the dark woman. After all, she was a Kimaris. While Eris was, in the face of family, a sister...she would never be such a thing. Her laughter seemed to surprise Sirius, if only for a moment, and fiery eyes took notice of movement in his ears before it faded away. It was strange to the golden coyote that the sound caused such a reaction; yes, she herself was unfamiliar with her laughter, but why should it faze anyone else? All smiles remained as the thought plastered itself to her mind; her face was unwilling to show that she felt confusion. While he moved to sit in front of her, she allowed her gaze to wander elsewhere. It wasn't until he spoke again that she became an attentive servant once more. The bear paws were her gift, something for her to use as she pleased. With restrained glee, she pulled herself to her knees, taking the severed animal hands from the Boss in order to closer examine them. "Tan magnífico..." Her whispered voice faded into nothing as androgynous hands smoothed over the fur, fingers picking at the place of severing; a determination came over her features, a sign of realization that she knew exactly what to do with the paws of the bear. "Gracias, Sie-reese. Aye appresiate them." - Sirius Revlis - 07-04-2011 [html] Word Count » -- It brought him a shallow, hungry joy to see her pupils drink in the gift, dilating with what he recognized to be a fierce but restrained glee. She took the bear-paws from him, fawning over the terrible, wicked items with as much reverence as any normal womanthing would some useless, beautiful jewellery. Tlantli was not a normal womanthing, he had fast realized, and it pleased him to note that she appreciated these weapons more than she might a pretty trinket.
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