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Word Count » 403 :: Crap
It seemed his irritation, or what could be perceived as such by those looking in on their unique interaction, did not penetrate the amusement that ran through the blood of the Revlis' man's petite shaman; though his words were the truth, and though she should have been much more careful with her words to him, her hyena's grin spread wide at the mention. "If you deed that, mi rey, you would not haft me ahround anymore! Aye think you would mees me." She allowed two dainty, golden fingers to 'walk' up the muscles in the leader's arm ever so gently before it was placed upon the small of her back. She followed him without complaint, shorter legs taking more steps as the pair found their way to his throne-room dwelling; as the journey progressed, she studied his features as they were cast in shadow and sunlit traces of the world. It seemed that power had done him well. Her tail gave a solitary wag behind her, tossing up dust in the air.
Sirius entered the ruined room first, a fact that did not bother the woman who followed him — she easily passed him once inside of the room, to gaze at his collection of knick-knacks. Though the room itself was impressive, with the seat of power at the far end of the rectangular room, it took only a moment for her glossy red eyes to catch sight of the prize within. The bearskin lay in the center of the room, spread out over the stoney floor.
Naturally, excitement fueled her actions. She crossed the expanse in quick strides to hoist the skin from the floor; her nose buried itself into the guard hairs on the surface. The animal still smelled like wilderness and death, and her golden tail swished from side to side eagerly. It had been a bear who had stolen away the King's tail, but rather and sympathize, she appeared to be quite proud — after all, it had been her King who had stolen away the bear's skin. But a thought occurred to her that she hadn't concerned herself with previously; if it had been a bear, what wounds did he hide with his crocodile smile? The fur was dropped quite quickly as she approached him once again. "Ahnd what ahre you hidings frahm me?" She knew that, somewhere on his well-toned body, there was something causing him trouble.