Someone once lied to us

Sirius Revlis · 10-25-2011, 01:39 AM

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The chaotic sounds wafted across to his large ears, and they flicked back in casual annoyance. Narrowed pupils sought the direction of he sounds, now identifiable as the sliding and grating of wood against wood, against metal, against flesh. Was someone in the process of building something? Wrecking something? At last, narrowed pupils found the culprit; A feminine form that slunk from between buildings with a barely-audible whimper.

He observed her curiously, dangerously, with a cool expression best befitting his self-confessed nobility. For what her eyes saw were truth, but not the whole truth; On the outside, Sirius Revlis may have been a beautiful man, but on the inside was a deep and cunning insidiousness that festered along with the wicked madness of his wit. Only acidic olive eyes stood testament to this, brooding from the shadows of the dark locks of hair that fell before his face.

The woman that came to his call was an unfamiliar one, but her scent was Salsolan, and thus she belonged to him. There was a primal way of interaction that not even this humanesque two-legged forms could take from them - A sense of submission against dominance. The Thistle King oozed dominance from every pore, and his scent was the rich scent of an Alpha. Coyote ears were held tall atop his wolfish head, the strange mixture of 'yote and wolf blood resulting in his tall, almost lankily lean figure. The woman he faced was a similar mixture of heritage, and his eyes could note the aspects of coyote and wolf within her, too. Intrigued, he allowed her to approach, moving only to jerk his hand once to still the dancing of the silver mare. The pretty horse rolled her eyes at the approaching stranger, but stilled docilely to the silent command of the Boss.

Venomous eyes appraised the woman, and her accent clearly sparked interest within the wicked monarch. His posture changed from alert and domineering to nonchalantly thoughtful, still lazily emanating the pride and power befitting his rank. Her smell was much less appealing, and his ebony nose wrinkled slightly in distaste at the scent of rotting wood. However, her apparent anxiety at his appearance - his sharp predatorial gaze noted the way her calloused hands wrung the red bandanna as though it were a fowl's neck - softened the severity of his expression. A charming smile, revealing in a flash the rows of deadly yellowed fangs on which his hunting skill relied, was offered to the grimy woman. He wondered if she was beautiful, beneath the layers of dirt that matted her rich earthy pelt, and assumed from the sumptuous curves of her body that she was. "Such a lovely accent," Thin pupils drank her in, while his mind reviewed all the newcomers that Eris had informed him of. Her description fit only one - The Russo girl? Verily. Black lips curved up sensually. "Perhaps you could. But first, whatever could you possibly be doing out here, Liliya?" He rarely forgot names or faces, and having put two and two together, it was certain that he would remember the girl. Only her actions from this point would prove whether that memory would be a pleasant one or not.

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