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The slave had been effectively dealt with, but not without a burst of chaotic energy. Silver-flecked eyes of acidic olive drew sharp pupils over those who entered the fray - Precious Salvia, precarious Pandemic, the bellowing bull-like Larkspur. Surprisingly, it was the unpredictable Bastion who was first to take the honor of the Alpha's blade, and with its keen bite sever the offending organ of the slave. The antics didn't end there, for the terrible young male proceeded to have the slave swallow his own tongue, amid the blood that gurgled from his maw.
Satisfied that his law had been enforced, Sirius reclined once more, easing his lean body into a neat cross-legged position at the head of the table. Eris whispered in his ear, and the Thistle King nodded, his narrowed pupils still glancing appraisingly at Bastion as the Silenced slave was dragged away.
The Auxiliary's voice rose, strong and smooth and feminine, into the crisp night air. Fire danced to her tone, and respectful silence fell for the breath that came from between ebony jaws. She was a midnight queen, wreathed in the darkness of this splendid night, and pride swelled within the seated Boss as she spoke of ranks and newly inducted members. The Revlis man's eyes turned to each face as it was named, those wickedly intelligent eyes surveying, measuring. But these announcements were shadowed by the fresh news of a soon-to-be-mother.
Tlantli blessed the dark woman's womb with the fresh blood of the wolf-slave. Sirius sat silently, one hand contemplatively stroking the tuft of hair at his chin, slitted pupils moving between the Arbiter-father and the Auxiliary-mother. They lingered on the glint of Eris' black ring, wrapped about the finger that rested now against the smooth curve of her abdomen. Salsola's first litter of puppies.
He sat still a moment more, allowing the rustle of tongues to commend this announcement, the pleased glint of eyes as the Family preened over the news of Eris' pregnancy and mateship. Finally raising a hand for silence, the Thistle King stood again, thick bearcoat whispering against his dark fur. "We are blessed by this news. Salsolans, we will welcome Eriskin into our hearts, as the first babes born of our fine Kingdom," A sharp smile rewarded such words, voiced in thickest purr to show his undeniable pleasure. Eris would bear strong children, undebatable as they were the fruit of Larkspur's loins, and these would be the first true-born of the land of thistle.
Clearing his throat, the Boss waited a moment more, before addressing his Family again. "This supper is concluded, brethren. If you desire to impart knowledge on the Auxiliary or myself, we shall remain here. Approach as you wish, eat as you may. The night is fresh for those with a taste for wine or meat." And with a dismissive hand gesture, Sirius sat back onto the compact earth, and began a muttered conversation with the now-seated Eris.
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