the ragged, noxious weed

Sirius Revlis · 05-05-2011, 08:15 PM

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At last the forest rewarded his vigilance, and Eris bloomed from the deep shadows. Her sable pelt was thick and handsome, but unlike her bulky form might suggest, the woman's step was light, almost silent. Had he taught her that, on such hunting trips? A sharp crocodile smile, familiar to those who pleased him, rewarded the Fae for her appearance.

Tail raised high, the male circled her once, as canine were wont to do. He paused to rub his cheek against hers, on one side and then the other - A strange secret greeting they had taken to, after all those early mornings spent together. The Revlis man held a dominant posture, although not overly so; Eris was as near his equal in this no-mans-land as any beast could seek to be.

Without words, he turned from her, and slipped back into the cool shadows. Like strange distended smoke, the pair seemed to melt from sight, perfectly adapted in their pelts to this half-dark world. When finally he stopped, they stood on the New land, the land that was soon - so soon, so soon! - to be theirs. He could tell where the invisible border was by the sudden presence of the thistle plant, and tender paws were careful to avoid these barbed weeds. The Hunter's eyes looked to his companion, and they were full of anticipation. There was a strange crackling within his body, bones shifting and popping into a new structure. Sirius stood tall on two legs, and waited a moment for the tiredness the shift produced to ebb from his new limbs.

Long dark hair, unusually unkempt and unruly, danced about the sharp crocodile grin he wore. "We're here." One surprisingly elegant hand swung back in a vicious movement, then forward to rake wicked claws against the bark of the nearest tree, leaving five neat trenches torn into its flesh.

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