the ragged, noxious weed

Sirius Revlis · 05-07-2011, 06:41 AM

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She held an air of submission, the rarely subdued charcoal woman. She had accepted him as her leader long before this cold hard dawn, but their relationship would always remain firm in spite of ranking and arguments. Apart from Naniko, Eris was the male's only true family - He had accepted her beyond blood, into the place of all redemption within his cold ribcage.

Sharp lime eyes assessed her in silent pleasure, and his thick tail wagged once, held loftily high behind the dark spires marking his spine. When the Fae had followed him into her civilized form, his eyes left her again, surveying the tundra with that strange air of poisonous excitement. The New land beckoned - They had been here before, but briefly; Eris knew the land in scattered pockets from her childhood, and the first trips made here he had followed her. They had slipped, slick shadows, between swamp-like groves and thistle-thick forests, found the skeletal remains of a castle and howled their claim into the ferocious ocean wind. This world was different from Anathema - it was secretive, exposed to the cruelty of weather and time, tortured by sea and mountain alike. It had called deeply to Sirius, and ever since the pair had stood amongst the ruins, he had craved it like a sweet seductress.

Eris' voice awoke him from the intense and building anticipation, and calculative eyes softened to watch her joyous acceptance of the land. He was not a robot, after all, and could find merciful joy in the curves of her body, and the excitement within her chartreuse eyes. It was contagious, and he grinned sharply, yellowed teeth glittering quickly within the shadows of the man's face.

However, celebration was revoked as the Revlis man's face became stern once more. Ears pricked alertly, and he crouched on his heels, leaning forward to take one of the spindly plants within his grasp and plucking it from its stem with a quick swipe of dark claws. Without looking at Eris, Sirius commanded her attention with a low-uttered Uff, rising once more to his full height. The plant was held in his fist, which he then opened carefully - one of the little barbs had pricked into the tender skin of his exposed palm, and a small pinprick of bright red welled there. The sharp smile returned. "I have named this place Salsola," Cunning gaze lingered a moment more on his open palm, before lifting to the dark shaman. "Salsola, home of The Family."

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