You will know my name.

Sirius Revlis · 09-26-2011, 12:19 AM

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The girl was a curious oddity. He could sense the kindred darkness within her, the similar tug of bestial power that simmered so well within both of her parents. It would surely manifest itself as power, when she was older - and power, above all, was what the Revlis man always sought. Ataxia was a member of the first litter of Salsola, and by this interaction she had proven the litter to be worthy. Although he took no pleasure from cruelty, it was often a necessary thing, and had the pups been weak or wrong in the way that animals sometimes were, Sirius would have ordered them culled without a second thought.

It would have given him no heartache, but to face the wrath of Eris, which was not a pleasant idea. Regardless, the girlchild was strong. She would be stronger. The smile remained on the male's crocodile maw.

She offered her mouse to him, and a rumble of laughter swelled in the monarch's throat once more. Surely, the small gift meant very much to her - It was little more than a morsel for the likes of him, more fur and bone than it was meat. But with a calm expression, the King took the little corpse in his maw, and placed it delicately beside his recumbent form. He would accept the gift, for it was important to re-enforce such little deferential things as this - Everything Ataxia owned, or would own, would in turn belong to Sirius if he so desired. Ataxia herself belonged to Sirius, as did her siblings, as did her parents. This was the primal way of things.

His huge paws tugged gently about her form, drawing her closer as the girl began to speak. Her little voice stumbled about words, emphasized by growls and small puppy sounds that he assumed she used in place of words she couldn't remember, or didn't understand. His dark and brooding expression became somewhat delighted as the child snarled. Fierce. The following jumble of words took a little thought to decipher, but Sirius understood, and he nodded solemnly. "Correct. Your mother has taught you well, indeed," His smooth tones were contemplative, and had he been in his two-legged form, the King would have lifted a hand to stroke pensively at the dark beard-tuft on his chin. As it was, he settled with tilting his head slightly, large coyote ears dipped forward. "Your mother is my Auxiliary, dear girl. She is the second biggest, after me, and this makes you - you, and your siblings - royalty. This makes you a Salsolan princess." His smile was full of sharp teeth, but a salmon tongue darted between these yellowed incisors in an aim to lick her pixie face, just once.

Sirius Revlis

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