the ragged, noxious weed

Sirius Revlis · 05-07-2011, 09:27 AM

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She held a sweet interest in his actions, and in the prickled bud he revealed to her. Eris had lost much to the world they knew, and yet she was a resilient creature, as hardy and adaptable as the weed he had named the New land for. Eyes appraised her, the chemical green filled with a cool approval to the feel of her tongue rasping along the miniscule wound, lapping up the small bead of life fluid there.

She was different, but they were both different, and it was a trait he valued highly. There was much of the dark-furred woman that Sirius would never understand, such as her choice of a life-partner; Larkspur had always seemed far too dimwitted to suit the canny Fae before him, and yet she had allowed him her body with which to breed. However, their blood mixed produced pleasing stock - Spawn which Sirius himself had begun to groom. They were Family, and their uncle could prove to be a doting one when the mood struck him.

Even more valuable was Eris' ability to attract the right sort of individuals. While Sirius may have been the brains behind their scheme, he could not claim credit for the list of suitable candidates she had produced, most prominently, the Kimaris woman, Tlantli. Thoughts of her provoked a similar burning within his stomach as thoughts of Salsola often did. She was another creature he wished to possess. There were others - The fallen prince, Itachi Lykoi, perhaps even the golden-haired princess of his blood. Together, Sirius and Eris had chosen the selective few, those who were worthy of the New life they would create.

Her question was rewarded with a docile smile, although the man's eyes remained, as always, sharp and calculative. "Correct, my dear," His silky tenor tones praised her astuteness, "It means thistle, the barbed weed you hold. Such a perfect plant - Almost flawless in design." His thoughts meandered, as eyes looked to the jagged clumps around them. Strange that it did not grow so frequently, further to the South. Perhaps the soil here was only fertile for those of barbed design.

Briskly, the man turned from Eris, and began to gather and armful of the sharp plants. They scratched at the fur of his arms and torso, and he held them gently, as he might have held a lover. "Help me gather some - Enough for each member of the Family. We will put a stalk in their dens, as soon as the time has come."

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