[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Sirius Revlis · 06-16-2011, 11:29 AM

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Date: 16 June

Setting: The Ruins, Borgata Colotl (See map if you are unsure).

Time: Evening

Character Form: Optime

NOTE: This thread is for all current members of the Salsola pack. For more information regarding the Last Supper and seating arrangements, please take a look on the Website!

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ooc: Welcome everyone! Time to get feasting. Please read the cultural information regarding the Supper before you post - Otherwise, leap right in! PP over Eris approved by Sie <3

He had risen early that morning, as was the Hunter's ritual. A strange excitement hung in the limp morning air, sucked into the lungs and awakening the blood of the cunning Thistle King.

A warm summer sun had breached the harsh, wild land of Salsola, and long ago dissolved what glimmering pearls of dew dared settle on the harsh spine of thistle. Preparations had been made - The Boss had previously spoken with Larkspur, and the Arbiter had again proved his invaluable worth by offering his prized lamb as centerpiece of the feasting that was soon to enfold Sirius' precious Family.

Now, as the moon rose, its splendid silver eye casting a baleful gaze on the mere mortals below, the Revlis man prepared to call them to him. Fires had been lit at various spots amongst the main area of the Ruins, their garish yellow glow visible across the nearby Borgatas as small pinpricks of welcoming light. Each pit of flames had been surrounded with stones by the slaves Molcaxitl and Rowan. The two women were obedient and fast in their work, but the King gave then scant thought. They were little more than proficient items, and not worthy of his immediate attention. His virile, poisonous eyes were attentive, seeking the moon, and then the ever-present form of Eris, who stood beside him.

In the largest confined area, a patch of hard compressed soil that had been cleared of weed to make a neat court-yard area, were four large felled trees. The pines had been impressive sentinels in life, but with much precision they had been chopped down and dragged here. Lined up, they created a long, uneven table. Sirius paced the rotting stone walls that encircled this table - In some areas, the stone had crumbled away completely, leaving large gaping doorways. There was no ceiling to the skeletal remains, and the stars were bitterly bright overhead.

On the nearest fire, the slaves had started the process of roasting meat for the feast. Hares, moles, fowl and fish alike were roasted on spits, the scent of charred flesh and death wafting appealingly through the Ruins. Those unfortunate critters that had already been cooked were heaped on the log table, their juices flowing freely about the felled wood.

Eris, her dark form shrouded by shadows, made a gesture to the King. Allowing a bewitching smile to grace his maw for the voodoo Auxiliary, he nodded once, and stepped to the edge of the stone circle. Maw lifted to the gentle night wind, and the Boss' howl rose, strong and commanding as he beckoned those in the beloved, wicked Family. Tonight was the night for them, the wild creatures of Salsola - Tonight was the Last Supper, night of the Thistle Family.

After his seductive tones stilled in the heated air, Sirius moved to take his place at the head of the table, sitting cross-legged on the bare earth.A large bearcoat settled about the King's shoulders and hid his bobtail from view, but in the flickering flame light, the four wicked scars that marred his chest were vividly clear.

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