Snake in the alley

Sirius Revlis · 04-11-2012, 10:42 AM

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Did what we talked about, but is still PP, so let me know if you want me to change it! Word Count: 3+

Sirius by Nat

Fear was a lover to the man with the olive eyes. He feared many things - Knew the taste of fear, rusty and sharp on his tongue. Knew the feeling of fear as his gut turned to ice. The relationship he had with terror was unbearably close; It lingered in his skin, in his blood. It warped him, twisted him into a thing of suspicion, a thing of cruelty when before, there had been only cold reason. He feared his own mortality. He feared intense pain. But, above most all else, he feared to lose control - To truly lose control. It was something that the dark man shared with no one, for within his own genius, he was aware of the precariousness of it all; Aware that, at any time, his wicked intelligence could crumble and throw him into the pits of madness. If madness truly claimed him, all - Salsola, the Family, the world as he knew it - would be lost.

Thus, the King tolerated no lapses within his subjects, within those ranked highest to the monarch himself. He could not allow the pyramid of control to crumble, for it was as instable as the chambers of his own mentality, and control was everything. It was everything.

The golden male knelt at his feet, down on the cold hard earth where the king's claws bit into dark soil. The man gazed down at him, his large ears flattened, his black lips tightly compressed in an unweidling, grim line. He had no love for brutality, and would find no glee in dealing out the punishment he had decreed was necessary. The man's expression remained hard an unflinching, as his fist raised, and then swung hard to connect with Itachi's lowered head. It was not a deadly blow, nor was there heavy malice beneath it's force - The blow itself was unlikely even to bruise. But it was enough.

A cry rose from behind the man, and a strange little bird darted from her hidey-hole. Acidic eyes watched as she fluttered forth, her expression a portrait of fear and shock; She was such a fragile little thing. Worthless - Probably too lean even for childbirth. Pretty, yes, but weathered, as though she were a photo that had been left to the whims of the elements and time, until the things that were beautiful about her were faded and indistinct. His face remained a mask of disapproval as the wispy creature moved to the side of the kneeling man, her blushing fingers seeking to cup his face, her blue eyes searching the site of the blow.

His indifference was battled only by a strange bitterness. The King turned swiftly on his heel to stride off back alone the path he had come, and said nothing more - Itachi's debt had been paid, and he would be true to his word. China Rose Lykoi would be safe in these lands, as long as Sirius was King, and as long as Itachi continued to bend knee when the master whistled for his hound.

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