[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Sirius Revlis · 06-22-2011, 11:29 PM

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ooc: Thank you all for coming! Time to get our FEAST onnnn.

It was not long before the first arrived. The boy, light of feet and pale of fur, pulled himself from the shadows beyond the stone circle and approached. The King stilled, his gaze direct on the manchild, pleased as the bizarre youth displayed appropriately demure behavior. He had been wary of Bastion initially, dismayed by his apparent lack of control. But Eris had stood by her choice in the Arbiter, and it had not been long indeed until Sirius had found value in the boy's... 'Talents'. As he whispered his wicked word, the Thistle King rewarded the youth with a sharp smile, his venomous gaze glancing back the way the boy had come.

While his gaze lingered, another form drew into sight - Two, in fact, but Sirius had eyes only for the first. She moved with the prowling intent of a mountain lion, and her ruby-red eyes were deliciously powerful in the casting glow of the fire pits. The smile on his maw did not fade, and yellow teeth glinted in pleasure at the sight of the Kimaris woman and her meek sister. His gaze did not drop to the presents that Tlantli left, remaining piercingly direct on the pixie lines of the Crone's face until she and Xochime took their seats.

The sounds of heavy approaching footfalls took the male's attention next; He knew immediately who it was, and although the smile had fallen from his maw, the Thistle King's eyes glittered with cold hard approval. Larkspur had become an invaluable member of Salsola, and Sirius prized him and his abilities greatly. The scars over his chest tingled with the memory of their hunt, and although Sirius had been successful in claiming his dominance that day, without the presence of the massive Arbiter he would surely have died at the teeth and claws of the bear he now wore. The ram was presented - A handsome animal, thick with fat and flesh. However, it was not Sirius' place to take it, for the animal had truly been offered for his Auxiliary alone. She, and the Crone if necessary, would use the creature in their strange and wicked blessings of the Thistle Family.

When next his gaze drew over the growing assemblage, it found the mild form of Citlali. A quiet boy - Tlantli's blood. Perhaps his Aunt had taken all the fire and spirit from their heritage, leaving the boy with nothing but his silence, Sirius mused. However, there was a difference between chosen silence and forced silence; While the first spoke of a contemplative nature, the second spoke of Sirius' hunting knife, and the cruelty with which it sang. Thus, Citlali's nature did not offend him, merely made the Boss fleetingly curious before his gaze drifted away.

Wandering attention was instantaneously stolen by the approach of the blond youth. The King's cunning gaze flickered with a strange ferocity, almost a hunger - Itachi was an enigma, and favored highly by the Revlis man. He had shown surprising wit and compelling self control, but more so, the boy possessed a strange magnetism to the Boss. Yellowed teeth glinted quickly as Itachi revealed his neck, a quick display of the feral dominance which ruled their hearts, that faded instantly to a more subtle authority. Itachi took his place at the right hand of Sirius, and the Thistle King favored his handsome pelt with lingering sights only a moment longer.

A stranger had joined their midst. Although suspicion was always close to the heart of the umber male, his sensibility knew that no true stranger could have wandered so far into the heart of their territory without merciless slaughter or enslavement. As the wispy, pale man approached, the scent of Eris rose from his pelt and his peculiar clothing. The King had a strange adoration of human-things, and his interest was alighted by the fabric the man wore. Feeling the man's gaze lingering on him, Sirius lifted his lip in a slight snarl - To gaze such at the Boss was a daring thing indeed, and had they been in lesser company, perhaps the leader would have asserted himself physically. As it were, his attention was fleeting, and quickly stolen once more.

Pandemic arrived, and his sister not long after. While the ebony boy retained his father's burly appearance on four legs, Salvia walked this day on two. It was the first time he had seen his 'niece' in her new form, and for a moment, the leader's poisonous olive eyes were entranced. She was sleek and leggy and young, and in this form, her value was intensely greater. Pleasure and pride welled within the Thistle King for the girl, whom he had sparingly taken time to teach, on occasion, as he had her mother. While Eris had been a difficult, if willing pupil, Salvia had been immeasurably more pleasing to mentor. Her skills grew rapidly.

A silvery grey girl emerged into the fire-lit circle, and she too was unfamiliar. But the scent of Larkspur clung to her pelt, and her submission was accepted with a calm nod from the Boss. The girl seemed meek and willing enough, and he trusted Larkspur not to invite fools into the Family.

It seemed that all who were coming had arrived. Allowing himself a dark, delicious moment of pride, Sirius gazed out upon them all. Momentarily, his eyes moved to Eris - They had created this place, this Family, and it was all theirs. The night and the moon, the harsh land and the wild nature of Salsola. This was their Kingdom; This was Salsola. He rose then to a stand, suddenly and with an air of importance, command silence with one hand held palm out in the air. Waiting for a hush to fall, the Boss donned one of his wicked crocodile smiles once more. "My people," Cunning gaze drew tenderly over each of them, the intensity of his intelligence a burning olive flame within it, "Salsolans. You have come to me, your Boss, on this night - This night of feasting, and of power. Within each of you is this power, that which you were selected for. My Family, we have done well to claim this paradise as our own, and with each day we will only grow stronger!" His voice rose vehemently, and perhaps madness line that fierce intellect seen within his eyes. Teeth glittered, and the flames cast demonic patterns of light to dance across his face.

Slipping back into his steely control, the Boss paused a moment before speaking once more. "Tonight, we dine as a Family - THE Family. Eat ravenously, my people, and sate your hunger on the bounty that the land has provided for us. Then, we shall discuss matters of great importance," His gaze drifted to Eris, before moving to the pile of steaming meat on the log table. If the Auxiliary and the Crone wished to sacrifice the ram now, then they may have, but the smell of the roasted meat was too enticing to ignore. Grabbing the haunch of a nearby roasted hare, Sirius waved it once in the air. "Enjoy!" Then he reclined cross-legged to the earth, and began to eat.

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