M - and then i'll set this place on fire

Sirius Revlis · 08-16-2011, 08:20 AM

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He sat in the darkness, waiting, thinking.

There was a dull ache inside the man's skull, the lessening grip of a headache that had churned inside his skull since the day prior. Events were taking place that were crucially important, and there were few in the land of thistles to whom he could confide his concerns. Eris was busy with her spawn, children he had yet to be invited to see, and that alone was a concern. Within the privacy of her den, the mother had all rights to her secrecy. However, he had little desire to experience the weak mewlings until they were of value - Instead of being irritated by his lack of an auxiliary, Sirius found himself moping, strangely tense and brooding since the birth of the litter.

Salsola was taking root, but now more than ever he had to be wary. The scouting trip with Gabrielson had proved his tentative suspicions of a merging in the North, a combining of large packs to create something even greater. Although none of his spies had revealed any inclination of maliciousness or militant activity from the pack, its nearness unsettled him regardless.

These were political troubled, things he could not share with lesser pack members. Clover, the blue-blooded doll he had acquired to brighten his day, had proved her worth at such a thing; She was pretty, and sang well enough to temporarily dissuade the stresses that lingered within his mind. But she was not a confidant, not someone who he could hope to understand the building stress within.

A day prior, he had sent three of Salsola's best defenders East, leaving the remaining pack somewhat vulnerable. However, the trip had been necessary - There were items he required from the bustling ports of Freetown, items that could only be trusted to the Arbiter and his own Protege. While Larkspur traded for wealth and use, Itachi had been sent to meet with Solomon - The Salamander, old kin of Sirius'. With this man, he would trade gold for lives. Salsola was soon to have more of the slaves it craved.

With so much expenses hanging on the trio, so much of value, there was undeniable stress and resentment that he could not have accompanied them. Salsola required constant monitoring, and with Eris unable to leave her children for long periods of time, his presence in the Thistle Kingdom was necessary. It was a combination of all of these things that had led to his headache, and from that, his sour mood. And so he sprawled across the stone throne and bear cloak, one leg hooked over the cold armrest, dark head propped against one creamy palm.

He was still sitting, in much the same position, when a familiar tone swelled from the entrance of the Throne Room.

Narrowed pupils lifted irritably, ears flattening. He had craved Tlantli's attention for some time, now - Had wanted her hard hands and soft, womanly body to ease the stress within his skull. The red-eyed woman was certainly to face the brittle edge of his current grumpiness, for her unexplained absence had trifled him as much as any other worrying aspect of the past moon. "Enter, Tlantli," Came the sullen tone, sensual voice lacking its usual silver luster. Gaze lingered expectantly on the doorway, eager to spread his own misery on the delicious but self-forbidden morsel that was surely about to swagger in.

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