You're not the only one

Sirius Revlis · 11-28-2011, 02:19 AM

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Sorta wrapped it up, here - You can reply, or just leave it as-is. I am totally keen for another thread, though, if you are! *drools all over Isabella* >> 3+

He was watching her with the facade of laziness, carelessness. It was a mask the King wore well, one of a man so corrupt with his own pride that he had become unwary - But arrogant as he was, this was not a lie to be tested. Although the wine warmed his belly and pleasantly soothed the mechanical chaos of his mind, Sirius was, and would surely be till the day of his death, a Hunter - A creature crafted from the shadows of wickedness, canny and sly and deadly in this way. Such casual posture was allowed only because he could sense a similar wariness within the woman as within few others - She, unlike the majority of those who met him, seemed to be unafraid. But his quick eyes knew the Fae to be an intelligent creature, and he knew that even as he watched her, she was watching him; Playing a similar game of lies and falseness.

What was she like, beneath the layers of her own defense? This sultry seductress with the dark-rimmed eyes and the sweetly, fragrantly curved body - A sumptuous feast for any hot-blooded man - could have hidden any creature beneath her surface. Was she merely a girl, young and small and afraid? Perhaps she was more dark than that, stained by the colors of her trade. She stirred the hunger of his curiosity, and the King of Thorns had indeed found himself craving such amusement of late. He could not satisfy the cravings of his body with the Lykoi maiden, Clover - Her purity could, at times, drive his hidden lust to madness. The beast within was far too chained, far too clothed with slick gentility, to allow himself to stoop to the desperation of rape. Although guilty of many crimes, this one served only to be distasteful to the Northern monarch. Women were a sport, a game, an endless banquette for the skilled Hunter. To take them by force was to forfeit, to prove a man incapable of winning by the skills he had alone.

For this reason - and for the fact that a lifetime spent acting like the most sincere of Lords, the most civil of gents, had indeed sculpted Sirius to genuinely become one - He did not hassle her further. It seemed the lady of the night was wanting to be on her way, and he would not hinder her unkindly, or rudely. Her dismissal was light, and although it stung slightly on the shield of his pride, Sirius merely offered her a gracious tip of his stately head in understanding. Dark tangles of hair spilled over brooding eyes, which never deviated from her beautiful portrait. "If you feel you must, then so be it - May the skeleton of Halifax welcome you with whatever warmth it hoards," Moving to Luna's withers, he patted the silvery mare once before deftly mounting. He settled lightly to her back, pausing a moment to still the mare before speaking again. Acidic gaze drifted from the wine bottle, still held loosely in one wickedly clawed hand, to the strange woman once more. "If you tire of your travels, and of the cold nights, then head North to where the river spills down from the mountains. That is the border of Salsola, the Thistle Kingdom," The mare tossed her head, and he turned her in a sharp circle, till she faced the palomino and her rider. Dropping the black reigns, he took an exaggerated bow, flourishing with one empty palm and sloshing the bottle of wine merrily in the other. A devilishly charming grin curved about his black lips, quirking them up at the corners. "And, if you should come to the river and to the land of thorns, ask for Sirius Revlis. I think, then, that you shall find whomever you meet to be... Rather accommodating." His caramel voice was thick with riddles, with teases and the husky tone of lust.

Sirius Revlis

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