Killing ourselves for convenience

Sirius Revlis · 06-26-2011, 10:49 AM

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ooc: you make me happy by choosing a Borgata <3

There was little that needed doing on a mild day such a this one, but complacency only made the Thistle King irritable. Perhaps he harbored an avid fear of laziness - A fear of staying too still, or of thinking too deeply, and maybe loosing himself within the confines of such stillness and depth. However, there was something to be said for Salsola's benefit from such a quality; The mafia pack flourished, a weed that grew strong amongst the brittle and cold landscape of Drifter Bay.

Much had required his attention in the first few months of life, as the pack struggled for normalcy and for power within its hazardous realm of marsh and bitter ocean. The puppeteer had made them all dance to his tune, each of the Chosen, and from such efforts had blossomed a worthy kingdom. A strange lull had now taken over the land of Sirius Revlis, and while its presence hinted at rest and stability, it stirred a loathing within the Boss.

The Ruins were empty, but for a warm breeze that moaned through the rotting carcass of the castle. Having left the skeletal remains of the one magnificent human artifact behind, Sirius planned to use this spare time thoroughly. While he had become well accustomed to the desolately beautiful wilderness that formed the Eastern Borgatas, those of the West had been rarely traversed, and he intended to seek out their secrets. As always, the pride that came with owning the land on which he walked resonated in the man's stride. The Revlis stuck to his two-legged form, clinging to the sense of dignity and civility it brought, and also sparing time to carve etchings of Salsola's insignia into random trees he passed.

It was near to the Western ocean that he heard the sound - Laughter, perhaps, but the sort that made hairs prickle on one's nape. Requiring nothing more than this distraction, the Thistle King was quick to find the source of such sound, and with it, surprise.

He had seen Tayui infrequently. She had been there at the founding time, hidden like an ivory wraith amongst those who had been selected to become a part of his royal and wicked Family. However, unlike the others, Tayui herself had not been 'chosen' - It seemed, instead, that she had chosen them. Since that time the woman had been little more than a ghost, a thought or a name that barely crossed his cunning mind. Olive eyes, laced with a ferocious and canny intelligence that she would not have seen in his youth, looked curiously to the Lady. He made no effort to disguise the sound of his approach; Although he had become a suspicious creature by nature, Tayui evaded the Revlis man's keen sense of paranoia. He did, however, remain tenaciously wary.

"Tayui," The woman's name was offered in greeting, although he made no further move to approach; Although presumptuous, it was clear that he had discovered her through no will of her own, and one's privacy was indeed something sacred to the Salsolans. However, it was expected that she would come to him, and nuzzle him as the culture of her pack demanded - Perhaps the woman had abstracted herself so much that she knew not even the ways of her own pack. His pupils narrowed, and a smile haunted the Thistle King's maw, although it projected no warmth nor unnecessary joy. She was unpredictable and new to him now, not the creature he had memories of from Shadowed Sun - and that made her, in some ways, dangerous.

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