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Sirius by Nat
He walked with purpose. The dark cloak rustled about the man's form, a dark ominous pelt that made him appear much larger than his lanky form allowed. A dirty bandage was wrapped about his right fore-arm; Blood, a deep faded mauve that suggested it was not quite fresh, had oozed through in a few spots. The man hardly seemed to notice this wound, although for all appearances it would have stung rather impressively.
His stride was long, and silent. A scowl brewed storm clouds over luminous eyes, narrowed pupils nearly lost in a sea of pea-green acid. Sirius Revlis was in quite a temper, and to his own mind, righteously so. However, he was not such a man as to act irrationally in anger - Merely, it spurned him to productive and unpleasant action. Most avoided his path, and wisely so, for the King was not in a mood to be trifled with, nor turned from his current train of thought. A certain individual had been absent from his ranks for far too long to be allowed such impoliteness, and his absence at the recent infiltration had been noticed. Apparently, Itachi Lykoi had more pressing things at hand than to deal with those who sought to destroy his pack.
The king's black lips twitched in a half-snarl, quickly flickering back to a controlled, tight line. As he neared the other male's assumed residence, a feminine scent curled about his black nose, and a pulse leapt in the monarch's temple as he grit his jaw. So, not only had Itachi been shirking his duties, but he had kept the girl, too? Well, well. Air whistled around clenched yellow teeth as the man inhaled, holding the un-aligned female's smell deep within his lungs. If this woman was to be Itachi's pleasure, then so, too, would she be his weakness. Sirius Revlis would see to that.
He arrived without pompous flair, and had no need to announce his arrival. Itachi was not a stupid creature - Rather, the opposite. Sirius was certain that his presence was already noted, if the golden male was in the vicinity. Regardless, a hollow greeting, more a command for his immediate attention than the polite formality it fulfilled, echoed into the silence. "Itachi," Came the monarch's caramel tones, fluid in spite of their clipped nature.
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