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Word Count » 484 :: A bit of gore in this one, albeit brief and not really disturbing. >.> Totally gonna be some vampirism in the next post. She's a freak like that.
There was a shift in the air as his ears caught the sound of his Crone's taunting voice, the Spanish-laced syllables dancing into the world with all the forceful teasing that Tlantli presented at any moment when faced with one of her preferred pack members. Of course, it was out of her place; she knew this, and she expected more from the handsome hybrid leader than what she received. His voice snaked to her ears with the same shadowed danger she had first noticed back in front of the caves of Anathema. The faintest shiver rolled down the spine of the golden coyote, dark eyes growing wide in both subtle surprise and clear amusement. His assertion of his rank, of the power he held over the young Eternian, brought about the familiar yearning recognized by the golden woman as faint traces of desire; oh yes, he was certainly a desirable male, much more so than the fool that Eris cavorted with. Her mind turned to the dark hybrid woman and she wondered, oh how she wondered, why the Auxiliary had chosen such a fool over the handsome Revlis. Of course, it mattered little — at least the golden Kimaris recognized his qualities, if no one else did.
Sirius attempted to diffuse the stern tone with a casual shrug and the woman let out a rather barking laugh, one of her less appealing qualities. The thick golden tail attached to the base of her spine waved freely in the air. He ignored her question about leaving the bear itself whole, instead leaving her with the knowledge that she would simply have to be patient. The woman's hands rested on slim hips. Her displeasure on that fact was clear in her fiery red eyes, which met the leader's cool acid green gaze. It was time. She turned away on fae toes and crossed to his collection of sharp paraphernalia. Fingers danced over each cold blade before she lifted one from its place. "Lay on your stomack."
She approached once more, placing hands on the handsome male's shoulders to push him down upon the ground; he went easily enough, giving her ample space to sit upon the small of his back. Each leg rested on one side of the toned torso, Eternian body leaning forward atop the back of the Boss; were it anyone else, she would not have been so comfortable with their close proximity. Small hands ran over the muscles in his back — she knew where the mark would be going, of course, but there was no reason to overlook the chance to explore his musculature for just a moment. And then there it was. The sharp point of her chosen knife found its way beneath the flesh spread between the Boss' shoulders, the Crone swiftly scratching their new symbol in the furred skin. First shallow, then much deeper as she returned over her lines.