There was a danger to Eris that he could never quite perceive, nor understand. Since the foundation of their relationship, he had always been the dominant of the two - Sirius genuinely believed that he had little to fear for her loyalty, or for any desire to usurp him. He had given her a rightful position of power, and she had taken to it well - the dark woman's flaws complemented his own in many ways. However, even now, that sense of bizarre danger lingered about her still.
The Revlis man placed it as his own unease toward her dark magics. He had felt them, the day she had made the ritual sacrifice on the pack's now-sacred altar - Dare think it, he had fled from the scene, unable to withstand nor accompany the sentiments she had brought forth that day. His resilience, the center of his very wickedness, came from the King's ability to fashion himself into his own mortal deity; If he could blame no higher god for the wrongs and rights within his life and realm, then no such being held any power over him, and he truly was his own master. But he was unable to deny the spiritual whiff that clung to the ebony mater's pelt, that damnable scent of otherworldliness, like a crack had opened up where her blackness loomed and allowed spirits to seep into this plane of existence.
Intelligent though he was, these were not thoughts Sirius could fully comprehend, or mull over. They were fleeting sensations that raised the hair along the back of his neck - A concept grasped, only briefly, before habit and self returned to take control.
His allowance was gifted a faint smile, charming on her midnight maw. Although not a traditional beauty, there was indeed something to be said for Eris' voluptuous appearance. Her weight appealed to a primitive part of him, the beast within that saw wealth in fat. There was a brief stirring of warmth within his cold reptilian blood as she spoke, so innocently, and yet in words that brought heady memories to the back of his mind. He had felt the fire in her blood, once, and although his need was not overly great (for it had been temporarily sated by the wench, Isabella, and her sumptuous skills), some form of lust resided within him still.
However, consciously, he saw no seduction in her tone, in the angles and language of her body, and thus the king allowed his own to slide. "If it pleases you, woman, then we may," he replied mildly, of a mood to humor his Auxiliary's wishes. She might have asked for anything at that moment - The conflict of worry and anger at this newest pack had dulled the monarch's senses to a bland pleasantness, with the knowledge that he could only deal with such hazards as they arose. Plus, her company seemed to provide a balm that added to Sirius' rare bouts of generosity. Eris had always been favored by the brooding man, and it was highly likely that she knew such a thing - Although he had never gone out of his way to make it clear, it was common knowledge to the King himself.
He mounted fluidly, settling heavily on Luna's strong back until the silvery mare stilled her jostling and fidgeting. Then, with a candidness that spoke of deep inner thought, he gestured for her to lead the way.
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