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- Tlantli Kimaris - 08-08-2011 [html]
Mmm, gonna forward date this to the 10th, just because her injury would have made the trip back from Halifax slower. Happy birthday! She turned the tarnished thing over in her padded palm as she, without any intention of it, sought out the Thistle King in his Thistle Kingdom. The journey to Halifax had been somewhat successful, if not entirely. She'd at least found something to pacify her Lord and Master. There'd been gifts for the new princesses of Salsola as well, but there was no reason to bother the new mother while Sirius' voice rang in her ears. Fire eyes envisioned the mottled King, and again the tarnished creation was turned over in her palm. Would it be enough? Did he deserve more? Of course he deserved more, but would he feel so entitled? She wondered in silence if he would be disappointed with her meager gift, but she had only been thinking about his...well, his vanity. It'd been a set, the silver-backed brush that she'd found in the ruins of some feminine vanity hidden away in a rotted old home. She'd nearly killed herself trying to retrieve it — steps on the staircase had fallen out beneath her slight weight and one golden leg still bore the streaking wound from dragging herself from the wreckage, but she'd retrieved the hairbrush that she'd been so set on presenting to him. Slender fingers rubbed at the healing striations. A hand rose to knock ever so gently on the edge of the Boss' dwelling. "Sie-reese? Ahre you ahveilable?" It was improper of her to call him by his name when others might have been listening, but she had a tendency to show little care about such trivial things — 'Boss' was a silly term, while Sirius evoked a sense of desire. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ He sat in the darkness, waiting, thinking.
.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 - 08-16-2011 [html] She had expected something more from him, perhaps some form of cheer in the sultry voice she so coveted, but it was flat and tarnished as he gave her permission to enter his home. The silver hairbrush was turned over in her padded palm again, mind twisting around the idea that perhaps, perhaps, visiting the Boss had been a poor idea. Regardless, the golden Crone limped forward into the dark home of her handsome leader, regaining her ability to walk with a forced weight on the offending limb. Why was it so dark? Fire eyes narrowed to adjust to the absence of the light, a frown forming on her features. Sie-reese, you cahnnot sit in the dahrk liek this; it ess bahd for your eyes, you know. Was it? She had no clue, but it sounded good as she crossed the room to tear the old rag away from the crack in his wall that served as a window. Light filtered in, illuminating her Thistle King upon his somber throne. There was apathy in her as she approached, not thinking that he might realize where she had been and what she had done. Testing the boundaries of their strange professional relationship, one golden hand came to rest on his shoulder, the other offering out the hairbrush to him with a saccherine smile. Aye brought this for you, Sie-reese; ay present. Perhaps some would think it a foolish gesture, but she knew his vanity well enough and saw it the most fitting — where Eris loved shiny things like a bird drawn to a glisten from the sun, Sirius Revlis loved himself with all of the adoration of Narcissus in his pond-mirror. It was not an unfounded love. Any would agree him to be a handsome creature. If only his interior matched his exterior. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ ooc: Slight PP, where he holds her wrist. Let me know if I need to change it ;; <3 His pupils, swollen now as they sucked in the dusky light so as to outline her sweetly curved, and yet surprisingly strong form, claimed Tlantli Kimaris the second she walked through the arch and into his chamber.
.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 - 08-16-2011 [html] OOCsmellslikeafootstuff It was as if the sunlight burned him, for when she tore away the rag, he transformed from her beautiful Narcissus into the Gorgon. Like Perseus, she did not falter, approaching regardless of his distaste nand ugly features to offer her gift and her presence to him. Her disappearance had been longer than she had previously expected, and the six-day excursion had become an unweildly adventure into what was still only vaguely known to her. Her fingers combed lazily through strands of Sirius' waved mane as he was allowed to examine her returned gift. She waited for compliments, and waited. And waited. The wait was ended with iron fingers around her wrist, the brush taken from her without a smile and without thanks. She watched with rising horror as he focused his attention on the palm of her hand, sniffing for a scent she did not believe to have lingered. Without shame, she allowed herself to return his toxic gaze with flames, listening to the dangerous voice that came from him. He was calm. He was angry? Disappointed. She couldn't be sure. Where had she been. Did she lie? He already knew what had transpired with the handsome wolf amongst the ruins of Halifax, and lying would be a poor choice for her status amongst Salsolans. Aye went on ay trip. To Hally-fax. Fueled by lust, her mistake had been made, and while she did not regret relieving her primal urge, she was apologetic to distressing her King. She had not expected disapproval. If she had known, she would have planned the excursion more carefully. To show she was sorry, she looked away from him and lowered her head and ears and tail submissively, something that was so rare to receive from the golden coyote. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ ooc: Small PPs of Tlantli from this point have been approved by Kiki. She had always toyed with him, and for some reason not quite clear to the mind of the thorny ruler, he had always allowed her to. It was as though Tlantli held some invisible power over the dark king, some small measure of magic that allowed her to get away with such antics that would have any other punished, if not severely.
.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 - 08-16-2011 [html] Tlantli is a bad girl. >:| Their relationship was a strange thing, but not one that she took for granted — she was offered more leniency in return for things she didn't mind giving, whatever they were. Her coveted place within the family was hers, and she would not give up what she had worked for. Or hadn't worked for, it didn't matter to her, for she would reap the benefits of whatever it was that Sirius enjoyed about her. For the moment, however, it seemed he enjoyed little. Her posture changed quickly in an attempt to appease him. It didn't appear to work. Her eyes watched his jaws for movement, cringing as his lip lifted in distaste before he spoke. The wound to her leg had not been forgotten, but she did not expect anyone would suppose she had been wounded by another — she was a warrior, a petite and golden Amazon capable of mighty things that her body did not indicate. But of course, with his keen nose, her Lord and Master believed she'd gained the wound in some...other way, perhaps one more distasteful than she could even imagine. No one did ahnything to me, Sie-reese, it would not happan. Aye fell through the stayres in the home thaht Aye found the brush in. It was truth, but somehow, she suspected he would not believe her. Retrieving the brush for her handsome demi-God had been top priority, second only to the beautiful jewels retrieved for Eris and her new children, and though the blood and splintered wood had severely set back her plans, they had not dissuaded the coyote. Aye wahnted to bring you something nice. Ahre you displeased with it? Aye could find something else. Anything to avoid the conversation she expected. Anything. She was drawn closer without resistance, another attempt to pacify the ill-tempered bull. His question was met with a scowl. It ess none of your business who Aye met in Hally-fax, Sie-reese; you ahre maye King, but you ahre not in ay posision to control me! If Aye wahnt to meet people in Hally-fax, Aye will meet them! One small foot was stamped on the ground as her eyes returned to his, the outrage at his question fading quickly from their sunset irises; the words were regretted, but only in the most miniscule way, for she felt strongly that it was rude of him to assume anything of her. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ She was submissive, and that alone must have taken great effort. Sirius had never seen the Kimaris shaman be submissive to any other - Her pride was seemingly as great as his own. Usually, glimpses of her loyalty in this manner was enough to appease him, but even as her body language lowered itself obediently, he was not dissuaded. The grip on her wrist was tight, almost tight enough to bruise.
.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 - 08-17-2011 [html] OOCsmellslikeafootstuff Flagrantly disregarding his position, she flaunted the fact that she was (at least as far as she knew) a free woman. Unlike the slaves, she could keep what she wished as secret. Unlike the family, unlike those ranked below her, she was offered more and she used it. But using her fae-creature powers in the current moment proved a poor choice. As she tossed her secrecy back in his face, the embers that had started to burn within the angry King flared into furious flames. His voice rose. His jaws snapped with his words, sending saliva flying. Again, she was tugged closer, like some little doll. Usually passive, apathetic eyes grew wide as he spat out facts that she had managed to overlook. When had she become property? At the movement of his hand, raising as if to slap her, she cringed away and grew small in his arms, fearing a gesture of punishment that never came. Instead, he repeated his questions. The warmth of his breath elicted an uncomfortable shudder from the fearful coyote, who remained small with eyes closed in the hopes she would not be shown physical retribution for her insolence. He wahs no one. No one importahnt, no one Aye will see again. It was true enough, for she'd be far more careful now than she had been, what with this argument fresh in her mind. Her legs began to tremble as she tried to find the words to soothe the beast that her King had transformed into. He wahnted something, Aye gave it to him. It was not something we needed. It was something Aye brought. Aye ahm sorry...aye ahm sorry. Her voice faded in pleading as her weight sank into the arms of the leader. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-19-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Finally, it seemed, she had pushed him too far. The slick charisma and gentry that clung so well to brooding features was pulled back to reveal the wicked beast beneath - The Hunter, the creature that had seen its reflection in the eyes of Gabrielson and the smiling crocodile. There was no charm there, no oozing of civility that sought to thaw the hearts and minds of those who crossed him. Sirius was a two-part man: The puppeteer, the thinker, He with the fearsome wit and canniness, the fox's shadow. But there was also this side: The feral hunger that lurked beneath, the predator reveal in the whites of his prey's eyes. Terrible power lingered there.
.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 - 08-19-2011 [html] Her fear was not misplaced, and it was then that she realized she had forgotten the beast that lurked within Sirius. He hid himself so well from her fire-eyes, the animal within, the thing she had overlooked but would not forget now. She received no hard palm to her cheek, but there was no relief offered as he seemed to calm. She had simply managed to pacify him. What would she do next to fan the flames she'd started here? Would this be a constant each time she chose to quell the primal desires she knew would return? He released her wrist, but not her body, and she simply allowed the control to continue in the hopes it would cause his anger with her to disappear. His silence concerned her. What was going through the Thistle King's mind? It was best she not assume, and so she merely let her mind empty as he sat on his throne and brought her to his lap. The petite frame of the Crone shifted and curled to rest comfortably atop the King's thighs, red eyes watching his face cautiously. He lifted her gift, thrusting it back into small hands and ordering that she make use of herself. For a flickering moment, outrage surfaced — she was not a caretaker — but it disappeared as his head turned and she mechanically began to comb out tangles from the handsome curls. If you had wahnted me to stay away from other men, you should haft told me, Sie-reese. Aye cahnnot be expected to know these things without being told. She approached the subject with care, careful not to offend her leader as the brush made passes across the dark locks. Her affection for him, both physical and psychological, was always perceived as one-sided, even now after his outburst. Still, it caused her anxiety that she found unnecessary. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-19-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Her compliance served to sooth him further - That no argument was given allowed the male to ease back into his grumpiness, undisturbed. She was silent a while, taking the brush and setting to work on his handsome tangles - Surprisingly soft fingers, surprisingly easy touch. Sometimes he forgot that there were weaker feminine parts to her. She, fiery and bold, made it easy to forget such things.
.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 - 08-19-2011 [html] OOCsmellslikeafootstuff She waited for venom to burn her, but he was silent a long while before offering a reply to her more rational words. It was improper, he claimed, but she was unsure she saw it the same way — was it not improper that she sat on her King's lap with no audience to ensure their actions remained platonic? Of course, he showed no sense of desire toward her apart from the words that left his lips and the rumbling growls that were emitted as the topic of her laying with another man resurfaced into the air. She allowed herself to fall closer to him, so gently brushing away the knots and tangles from the curls that amassed over the daylight hours from normal movements. Anything to calm him further. Did he think she cared somehow for the dark wolf met in Halifax? A tsk arose as she shook her head in response to his threat. It ess not maye problem if you kill him. He ess nothing to me. It was truth, Barrett had been a stranger and would continue to be only an acquaintance she'd succumbed to lust with. Again silence took her, the brushing stopped and her fingers gently brushing against the Revlis man's cheek with the most tender of caresses. Again, he threatened the man's life, this time for the chance he may have harmed the Crone. Another shake of her head was the response. Aye fell through the stayres, to get you this brush. Aye wahnted something you would like. The pain hadn't been enough to push her from her goal. She'd retrieved the brush, and would bear the scars of the incident with grace and pride that she hadn't given up. But he still didn't believe her. Sie-reese, there has been little for me to liek here. No men. No women. What little spayce there ess in maye heart, it ess yours; you do not haft to protect me to get it. She could protect herself. .freeba705 b {font-weight:bold; color:#eeb986; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #eef0e8; } .freeba705 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba705 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/lLJu0.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a1a1a1; padding: 130px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#404040; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #ffffff; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba705 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba705 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 000+ [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-19-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Slowly, in ways that women knew and men could never comprehend, she had layered herself into his life. It dismayed him to see such weakness within his own mind - The Family were his, all of them, but none quite like her. She was fire where he was ice, and she tempted him like Eris had, like Salvia soon would.
.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 - 08-19-2011 [html] Uhm...Idk where Tlantli went. O_O mall-caps;font-variantmall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWNEven if he did not understand, she broached something unknown to her with her own words. Was it love she spoke about? No, hardly, but she would not deny a strong sense of something that lurked in her heart for the handsome, cunning Boss. Her words were rewarded with a stumbling of his conhesion and a tighter grip about her waist. She'd confused him, and it showed in his voice. The questions asked were simple ones, but even their simple words caused a mix of emotions in the Crone, who saw them as both kind and disenchanting. He would kill for less than her, why should she feel any sort of special if she was simply another trinket? But the fact remained that he would kill for her, and something inside of the golden woman that desired such pretty words reared its ugly head. Where a masculine confidence once sat, suddenly there was all the gentle softness of a woman, capable of tenderness that Tlantli was unfamiliar with. Her fingers replaced the brush, combing oh so carefully through Sirius' curled locks as she listened to him speak and tried to weigh his words. He questioned her rationalization and it was met with the faintest of laughter, as she had no desire to anger him once more. "It was chjust another mahn; Aye haft been with many, to get here." Whoring herself had been easy, for it'd been for her family, but it was not something she spoke openly about. One feminine hand pressed against her chest, the other finding its place against the cream, scarred chest of the Boss. "Aye do not wahnt to offend you. Ahnd Aye tayke your protection, because aft maye heart. But you do not seem to be the same; Aye ahm still ay womahn, Sie-reese, Aye still haft the same needs ahs any other...ahnd you do not desire me." She allowed her disappointment to show through a usually barbed demeanor, and some sort of lament welled up in her chest. The sudden closeness was surprising, but she didn't pull away from him, remaining acutely aware of his hands as her eyes broke away from the rules of her new family and settled on the toxic green she'd rapidly grown to adore. His lust was met with her own firey desire, but there was no move made by the Crone. "Aye expect nothing frahm you, Sie-reese." They were whispered words that brought a twist of a frown to her jaws. "Aye ahm yours, but you ahre not mine; Aye could not espect you to be, there ess nothing you get frahm loving me. You ahre ahlready King." A silence overcame her with her final words, ears lowering out of lament and face finding a place against the shoulder of the Thistle King to hide a sudden torrent of dismay that overtook her features. <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 - 08-21-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Her words slid past his ears, sweetly voiced, laced with lure so as to appease the strange darkness within her peacock king. Their meaning was allowed, for now, to be ignored - Would his rage return, were he to know of her sinful prostitution? Perhaps, for Sirius had known prostitutes intimately when in London, had known the insides of their smooth thighs and had dealt with them as he did now, with slaves. Would he be furious to know that she had been such a creature? Or would, perhaps knowing as he did the way night-women were treated, feel shame at his own callousness?
.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 - 08-21-2011 [html] mall-caps;font-variantmall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWN
She recognized the foolishness of what she spoke of, but they came forth regardless before she was able to plug them. Sirius was unimpressed, or at least he appeared to be as she watched his sneer form before hiding herself against the dark fur of his chest. It wasn't affection she sought, rather a chance to avoid his gaze, but something in his embrace calmed what disgust had rose at herself. He was not casting her away as she would have believed the proper response. Instead, his hands found themselves against her spine and she was brought close. Uncomfortable closeness. It made her skin crawl even as some unrecognized emotion swelled in her chest and a far more familiar heat built about her thighs. His words were harsh. She listened with flattened ears as he chastised and warned and she accepted it with silence even as the unfamiliar sensation that flooded her chest turned cold and burned. Her mind focused solely on his hands as they offered gentleness unidentified in the dark Boss. Everything went cold with his final phrase, heated only momentarily by his body before she squirmed to pull herself from his grasp. "Aye haft no intensions, Aye wahnt nothing frahm you." It wasn't truth, but it sounded right and it felt right coming from her jaws even as her mind protested her denial. Her body straightened just outside his grasp, eyes remaining down as fragile female fingers combed through the short, choppy locks of darker mane that rested around her ears. "Temptasions do me no good. Salsola, it ess maye home, but mi familia still ess in Eterne. Your temptasions cahnnot halp me fix what mistaykes maye father has made." She couldn't remain if she couldn't find a way to return her father's pride to his family. "If Aye ahm only ay temptasion here, then Aye haft more use in Eterne." A mother to children that would fix the family's line. <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 - 08-21-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ His words had hit their intended target, and she was no longer the weak woman-thing, but fiery Tlantli once more. However, there was something different - This was not their usual argument, and as her accented tone berated his ears with its offended sharpness, Sirius found that familiar rage building within him once more. She spoke of her family, her true family, in Eterne; Spoke subtly of going back to that place. Of leaving here. Leaving Salsola. Leaving him.
.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 - 08-22-2011 [html] mall-caps;font-variantmall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWN
Her mind didn't comprehend the mistake she had made until it was too late — one dark, strong hand jerked back and then forward and connected with her face to leave a burning sting that hurt not only her cheek but her pride. Startled by the physical reprimand, she stumbled back, but lost her footing and found herself sprawled across the stoney ground beneath her. The shadow that enveloped her sent rolling panic down her spine. His voice fell on attentive ears. She turned her face from him as he came close, letting his demands soak into the golden fur of her neck while volatile eyes burned her with outrage. His demands were not difficult to follow, no, but confined her to Salsola until the end of days. Without his permission to go, she could not. As the weight of his body pushed her firmly against the cool ground beneath her, she returned fire eyes to the mocha features of the Boss she had so readily claimed heartfelt devotion to only moments prior. He was her family now, with Eris and her progeny but with so few others who remained within the walls of Salsola. Somewhere, she knew his promise to be true. He was her family, and she couldn't leave him, and accepting that fact was tantamount to surviving within the Thistle Kingdom. The sudden change in the body of her King brought about restrained surprise in his Crone, but there was no resistance in her. All at once the fire in her belly was rekindled, heat between her thighs building once more as they opened to welcome the masculine frame she'd so desired to a more intimate closeness. Clawed hands dug into the flesh of his back while his muzzle found the soft flesh of the crook of her neck. "Que el deseo de mi devoción, y tendrás que, el rey - pero no voy a dejar que me deja cuando lo hagas." Spanish words were spoken as blood was drawn from the flesh under her fingers, feminine digits tracing the muscles found there as she pledged herself to the Thistle King. <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 - 08-30-2011 [html] Word Count » + The scar over his shoulder blades rolled across lean muscles, oozing sweet ruby blood as her sharp claws punctured the bare tissue there. It was the mark of Salsola, one she had ritually printed onto him before, and now as the woman's talons dug freshly into the distorted image, it filled with a slow rivulet of red once more.
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