bloodsport

Sirius Revlis · 06-08-2011, 01:09 AM

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At last, death came to the enemy.

The bear left life as it had been born into it - Soundlessly, with an expression of feral fear. When its eyes became glossy and its muscles slumped in final relaxation, Sirius allowed his jaws to relinquish their hold on the slashed throat. Blood dribbled down his bearded chin - Some of it his own, some the bear's. A great weariness stole over his body, and as adrenaline ebbed from the Secui's tall frame, each wound was felt anew.

Sharp olive eyes, still possessed by the inner beast that emerged when in such a battle-ready form, darted to Larkspur as the mammoth male moved - He was wary, wary of his state of weariness and his current wounded vulnerability, and this made the male jumpy. But a single glance at the Arbiter proved this to be unnecessary. The male's body spoke what their feral tongues would not yet be able to - Sensing this cemented shift in their relationship, Sirius instinctively made the effort to lift his head higher than the taller brute's, his long elegant ears sharply erect even as body quivered with exhaustion. Breath was taken in sharp, gulping pants, the cool oxygen sliding over his bloodied tongue and whistling between ruby-stained teeth.

The low sound that came from his follower made the creature jerk slightly, his eyes rolled to reveal the white and upper lip lifted in a dominant snarl to show bloodied gums. He did as his body commanded - The next few seconds were very important in imprinting the relationship between the two primed males. Larkspur was given a slight snort that signified his allowance to approach, although eyes remained fiercely staring. Then, the larger, stronger male licked at his grizzled maw, a final sign of his submission.

For a moment, the bloodied bobtail was held to attention - Then it wagged, just once, and the King's posture loosened as his weary muscles slid back into a relaxed position. The strained foreleg, on the side on which his chest had been ravaged, was tucked away from the ground. Without needing to confer, both males rose, each limping from their various wounds. They marked the small area and den with their individual scents, although for all his pheromones, Sirius' was strongest. Then, like a pair of battle-weary soldiers, the two males made the slow and lonely trek back down the mountain.

Sirius would have Larkspur return for the bear - It was an important prize both physically and mentally, and not to be wasted.

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