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He watched her keenly, hungrily. Something about the Kimaris woman made his insides ache, and he had begun to suspect himself bewitched by her wickedness. But Sirius was not a fool, and nor was he a creature easily won - Dominance demanded her attentiveness, and possessiveness demanded her attention. Vain to a fault, the feeling of her ruby eyes adoring his brooding scowl gave the Thistle King more pleasure than he would ever admit.
It was difficult to keep his gaze on her face, rather than the warm body stretched loosely and invitingly, let than an arm's reach from him. Self-restraint was the key to Leadership. Naniko, and a hard life, had taught him better than to succumb so easily to wishes so vulgar or apparently easy. There was a test to be had, and Salsola be damned if he fell so easily to the unintended seduction of her wiles.
Tlantli's words were a mixed blessing, for while no more of his blood was to be spilled again on this day, the potent promise of another carving sat heavily in his head. Sirius accepted it with a reluctant nod, his pupils vaguely wandering the sharp pixie lines of her face. "So be it," Came the dark grumble. The Crone moved to tap him on the nose, and the male's black lip lifted warningly, a flash of yellow teeth rewarding her boldness with simmering aggression. However, the sound of the woman's laughter was enough to throw his foul mood off kilter - With an uncharacteristic look of bewilderment, the Thistle King watched as his Shaman laughed, the exotic swell of her mirth echoing through the hollowness of his Throne chamber.
Large coyote ears lifted to catch such a rare and wondrous sound, but just as soon dropped back to nonchalance. Rising to sit crosslegged on the pelt, Sirius grabbed the severed bearpaws in his hands. Pupils narrowed as they observed the wicked spiral of the creature's claws, and the scar on his pectoral itched in remembrance. "These are yours. Do with them as you will." Lacing his voice with arrogance carelessness, the Boss held the pair out towards the reclining woman; He had, however, intended the gift to be hers the second he had removed them from the pelt.
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