you're bearing signs on the avenue

Sirius Revlis · 09-16-2011, 01:32 PM

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Clever Sage, then - He definitely IS a ho XD Well, sort of. 3+

So, she had in fact changed. It surprised him, deep within the recesses of his generally reptilian nature, to see the strange violence within her at the threat that left such a pretty tongue. Had the world tainted Sage? Surely so, for when he had last met with her, the girl would have been more likely to throw herself to the cannibals than to watch them starve. A selfless, harmless creature. What was she now? Narrowed pupils watched her hungrily, for here was a changing beauty, something he encountered rarely.

She was correct in thinking his charm well-used, for it undoubtedly was. Sirius had learned from a young age that a silver tongue was just as useful as any sword, if not more so - The power of the word was enough to reap what force alone could not; the minds of men. It was his manic genius that sat him atop the throne, his sharpest wit and cunning, his fox-like slyness. Brawn alone would do the Thistle King no good, for although tall, broad-shouldered and relatively well built, he was lean and lanky compared to mammoth brutes such as Larkspur. No, physical strength alone could not hold the crown.

Nor, too, could it hold the attentions of women. As a young man, abroad in London, Sirius had learned the ways of the fairer gender, and enjoyed them just as much - The whores in Britain were far looser with their bodies when plied with food or liquor. But pleasure had made him soft; The hunter demanded control, fastidiousness, resolve. In spite of what the lovely Lykoi maiden might have assumed, Sirius' days as a man-whore were well over. His desire for power and beauty far outlived the mortal urges for soft flesh and seduction.

Her question was mulled over carefully, the hungry smile still lingering about black lips and sharp yellow teeth. "Your sister is in good health, my dear," Came the throaty purr, although his amusement at her unvoiced threat was evident. With a signal to the silver mare, he began to walk her slowly about the seated beauty in a predatory circle. Thirsty pupils sucked in every inch of Sage that they could see. "But tell me what you would do if she were not? I should hardly like to provoke your wrath, for as they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned..." That predatorial growl to his syrupy voice was evident again, and it was clear that the King was truly more entertained by this darker Sage than he had been her sweeter self, not too long ago. His teasings could have seemed cruel, but she had come to him willingly, and he would seek as much enjoyment from her pretty company as possible.

Sirius Revlis

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