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Word Count » 370 :: Tlantli is so weird, but I love it. Vampiah lady.
The cool blade was quickly stained the dark crimson shade of a tool used to maim another, as it was drawn through the double arrow symbol again and again, deepening the mark with each new pass. She did not go deeper than necessary; it wouldn't benefit anyone if she injured the leader of their delicately formed family. No, it remained in a shallow channel of flesh, surrounded by the rivulets of metallic red that caught the Crone's fiery eyes. It was leader's blood that seeped into the fur of the broody male's back, leader's blood that flowed through the leader's veins as he endured the pain of family pride. The long and androgynous golden fingers of the young Kimaris wove their way through tarnished chocolate, finding themselves graced with the odd shade of orange that she was often stained after a sacrifice to her Sun. In the queerest act of reverence, she lowered her nose to the mark, warm tongue pushed out into the fur; the taste of the blood was bitter, but pleasant enough, and the female moved on to gently clean the wound in her feral way.
She allowed her hand to release the blade, petite body rolling her weight from the back of the Revlis male and onto the bear skin at his side; as if savouring the taste of the Boss' blood, her eyes closed and she remained silent. No words were truly necessary — she had done her part, and it was now time for him to regain his control on the situation. What she was made to do next was his choice, as he held all power over the dominating coyote, and she felt no disgust in the idea of following him. It was strange; had he been any other wolf, perhaps even her beloved non-sister, there would have been resentment.
Stained fingers raised to allow a toned arm to rest upon her forehead, burning gaze returning to the ceiling of the leader's home; she was content, though she did not allow it to form upon her features. Better Sirius not know she felt comfort in the new home of the new family, lest she be found weak in the eyes of someone who held importance.