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Word Count » 523 :: Crap. Also, finessing = finishing. Not actually finessing.
Waiting was not something she had learned to do with any grace. The dull, somewhat rusted pocketknife found in Barbados severed the hold between the bobcat's skin and meat, allowing her to separate what she wanted from what she would give away. Blood heated the air and turned her hands a brassy orange. She enjoyed the work. Although she could never be considered something in the way of a true sadist, she found joy in the simple task of killing and skinning — it kept her busy when there was nothing else to do.
The one she had been waiting for disrupted the process, of course. Though she saw his approach from the corner of her garnet eyes, she did not turn to look at him. It wasn't out of disrespect that she kept her eyes down, but rather because she recognized his place in her new world. Sirius was no longer the abrasive equal he had been in the dark caverns of Anathema. While she had once treated him with the same distant affection of any strange male, that was the past. At least in public places, that was the past. Now Sirius Revlis was King, Boss, leader. Something important that should be treated as such. His voice rang out on the otherwise silent air about her, causing her ears to twist in order to capture all of the beautiful notes found in his speech. Without looking at him directly, she did not see the hints of pain that lingered in his posture and gaze. "Aye ahm finessing ah presant." Vipers fangs glistened in the traces of sunlight that entered their shared domicile, black-rimmed lips pulling into her version of a pleasant smile. Slow and comfortably, with ease of movement, she rose to her feet and brought the half-skinned wildcat with her.
Now in a better position to see, fiery eyes drank in both what was right and what seemed to be wrong in the body of her handsome leader. She couldn't see the markings left hidden under his thick fur, but she did take notice of his new deformity; where she distinctly remembered a tail being, there was nothing. Without apology or hesitation, her body twisted ever so slightly so she could see the much shorter, furry tuft that now sat at the base of his spine. If she'd been a more cheerful woman, she might have laughed at his predicament. As it was, her own tail simply fluttered from side to side while amusement remained silent in her mind. "Did ch'you get into sahm trouble, muneca? Looks liek you ahre missin' aye lots of your tail." Her eyes returned to wandering over his dark shape, an eagerness surfacing in her eyes for only a moment before sinking back beneath the surface. She hefted the bobcat over her shoulder with ease, turning her gaze back to his features; fiery eyes avoided favored acid green by settling on his nose instead, to see the crocodile smile that rested on the jaws nearby. "Tu sonrisa es bonita, carino." Perhaps to any other creature, it would have been intimidating.