M - North of the Wall

POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:07 am

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she may contain the urge to run away
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
cetirizine, your fever’s gripped me again
never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops
(!!!) Ooooohhhh Gen-y Gengen!

The bird was blackest night.

It's feathers gleamed opalescent in the twilight hour, casting a strange blue aura about the raven. It's one good eye was a fiercely intelligent silver in color, dotted with a pupil black as any abyss.

His fingers stroked the sharp head, the soft and silky feathers, and the bird crooned to his touch. The man smiled, a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth. He asked the bird about the woman in the way that Ezekiel had taught him, strange croaking noises and loose gestures casting white puffs of steam in the frosty air. The bird fixed him with a stare from its one beady eye, and hopped up the man's dark arm to his shoulder, where it nestled in the long tangled locks. Its talon's bit through fur and into flesh, but the pain was nothing more than a dull annoyance. It confirmed her nearness in a sharp rasping voice, and though he didn't understand all of the sounds, the message that she was lost was clear enough.

The man cast his gaze out and beyond the mountain, down past the sea of pines all capped in white. His eyes were a searing acidic green, venomous and terrible to look upon. The bird knew the stare well enough to be unafraid, and a strange avian laugh rattled unwisely in it's throat.

He moved quickly; with lightning speed the raven's throat was in his hand, and as he wrenched the bird from his shoulder it's talons left sharp little rends in the flesh. A choked squawk of indignation was muffled as Sirius Revlis shook his hand roughly. The strange sounds pulled from the back of his throat, not quite so smoothly as his lover's voice, but well enough for the winged creature to understand his meaning. The raven made a small meek sound of agreement. The serpent king threw it up into the air, where it flapped its ruffled wings ungainly and took awkwardly to flight, muttering curses all the while. It will lead Ezekiel away, he thought, black lips twisting down for a moment. He has suffered enough.

Searing gaze waited until the raven disappeared to the east before he set off down the mountain. There was a ravenous hunger in his belly, though it was not for food. Long he had waited, knowing that eventually she would come to him; He knew what it was that the woman wanted, and the thought of his was enough for a black smile to curve about sharpened maw once more. Night was falling, and with it, the temperature; Already the cold pierced through the dense fur of his old bearhide cloak.

But this was his forest, and the wintertime was his realm; and as the forest bared its secrets to him, the hunter found the trail he was looking for. Lokr would have told her the way - The thought of his bastard son made Sirius want to laugh aloud. The little fool was so predictable; He had been given freedom, and then wandered willingly back into the cage. Just as I had known he would. This time he did laugh, and the sound was wonderful and terrible, and it filled the silent forest. Come to me, my darling flame. The time is ripe and ready for plucking.

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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:34 am

Isabella Heiwa
We've been dreaming, but who can deny it's the best way of living between the truth and the lies?

On a fiery angel's wings did the viper fly, nothing but an earthen cloudy storm on a golden palomino. Her body was wrapped in Draugr's gift, white ermine tight around her shoulders and against her neck. The cold was hard to feel beneath her dog blood pelt and the skin of dead stoats. The wind was nothing but a loving whisper in her ear, a goading sigh. The nip of cold was nothing but the sharpness of excitement, of inevitability. Everything about this day was determined, it was as was decreed. The horse beneath her was breathing hard beneath her mistress, despite the lack of saddlebags. There was no reason for possessions here, only for her womanly armor to protect her from the thorns.

The night was coming in around her, the warm glow of the slowly fading sky not reaching her flesh. The horse was nudged to a slow, rider and mount sharing the same heavy breath. White clouds from their lips were brushed away by the whispering winter winds. A queen in ermine, the woman found herself sitting regal. The scent snaked its way to her, the familiar toxic aroma. He was here, that King of Thorns. Her flesh began to prickle, spreading through her. But the woman could not see him, nor see where the path went on. The boy had not lied, but he had not given her enough. Not nearly enough.

An almost feral cry of frustration escaped her lips as she pulled her horse further north, into the trees. Long strands of hair escaped her tight braid for the ride. It was all for theatrics, as this woman was always an actor upon her worldly stage. It was just so. The mare did not appreciate the smell of stranger in the wood, her memory of the man as short as the wick to a candle. The path. Where was that path?

The flutter of wings and the sound of raven caught her eye, gaze following where the creature burst from the trees. A stiff nudge and the mare began to follow, to walk. Her flesh began to prickle again, a heavy feeling in her belly of excitement. Nerves? Never. Not for a man, not even a man as this.


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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:59 am

she may contain the urge to run away
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
cetirizine, your fever’s gripped me again
never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops
(!!!) I had better make this thread M, huh

The world exhaled around him, a gust of frigid wind that made the dark cloak flap about the man like big, black wings. The laughter swelled and died in his throat, and in its place was the hunger, the feral glee of the hunter.

The wilderness had called and Sirius Revlis had answered. Together, he and the suncrow Ezekiel had braved the vastness of the true wilds, and had learned the ways of it again; Awakening the old blood within them. Once he had been a king, and then a god - And now he was something much greater, much worse.

He had killed the men that had come for him and his. Most had been on horseback, like she was; Thinking that their destriers would give them some advantage over two men afoot. Sirius and Ezekiel had loosed their own steeds some while back, many nights and many days. It was easier to be invisible when afoot; Easier to slide through the forest unseen and unheard.

He did this now. The trees whispered to one another, and carried her smell to him like the enslaved he had once owned that had carried him food. He breathed her deep into his lungs, and held her there.

The shadows concealed him well, and for some while he followed her at a distance; looping around to be upwind. She was beautiful, as he remembered. She wore civility and she wore it well, in a soft white ermine cloak that hid her supple body from him. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Sometimes he walked, and sometimes he ran on all four limbs like the beast that he was. Civility was nothing more than a mask for Sirius, something he wore at will, when he chose to.

Finally, he tired of watching her. The hunger was almost a pain in his blood now.

"La mia piccola puttana è venuta a me..." His voice pervaded the silence, a heady whisper that came from the trees and the forest. Thick caramel was the man's tone, laced with venom toxic enough to kill. "Come lei sembra abbastanza, vestita come una pura fanciulla," His voice was laughing at her now, darkly, richly. He stepped from the trees and into view, wondering what she might see when she looked at him. His hair was long, far longer than he had ever allowed it to be in Salsola - The dark locks fell down to the small of his back now, tied back with a strip of leather. His face was darker, gaunter, older; But ever much the same, wicked and wonderful. "But prettier still without those clothes, I think," Sharp yellow teeth glittered at her in a crocodilian smile. "Hello, Isabella."

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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:19 am

Isabella Heiwa
We've been dreaming, but who can deny it's the best way of living between the truth and the lies?

Where was he? The smell of the King was here, it was on the wind. She could smell him faintly. Perhaps it was his instability that had rubbed off on her and all she could see were ghosts. But the boy had not lied, this is where he was. He could not have lied, or else he would have known the truth of her displeasure when she returned empty-handed. The woman and the mare flittered about, a colorful bird in a dying forest of winter greens and frozen browns. A splash of gold, a flash of white, she slipped through the trees on edge. Anything could hid from her and she would not know it.

The sharpness of the wind in her nose burned, dulling her scent of the world around her. Even as she blurred through copses of trees. Her eyes caught a figure and those golden blue eyes shot at it. A wooden solder, a fallen tree, peered right back at her as the reins were jerked sharply away from the sight. It lied to her, this forest. It hid him from her. And she was the one who had the most right to him, the most reason. She was the true opposite of him, deserving of him and his attentions. And this forest hid him.

And then the sound of his voice, hiding the venom underneath rang out. Her head snapped straight, her back rigid as her gaze sought his form in the trees. Her hands began to tremble ever so slightly but the woman caught on, forcing them still on the mares neck. The voice made the mare nervous, stepping from foot to foot and snorting in her discomfort. The language was not hers but the words had a base much like the French she trilled.

Whore. That was indeed what she was. A smile twitched on her lips. Little was not so nice, but she would take it. Her gaze caught sight of him and her breathing slowed as she took him in. Older, aged clearly, but the time had done good to him. His hair was long, wild and it fought in the wind to be freed. So both came changed. The former Crone was draped in honors and success, and he was altered by his travels. So different, yet all the same.

She chose to ignore his comments and only smugly replied in French, "Le roi sans ses atours. Est-il toujours le roi?" A soft lilting laugh escaped her as she eyed the once and glorious King. "How kind of you to meet me, Sirius," she said his name without fear, no pandering. He was not her King any longer but he was still the King. Perhaps.


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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:43 am

she may contain the urge to run away
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
cetirizine, your fever’s gripped me again
never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops
(!!!) *girlish giggles*

She was a sight indeed, sat tall upon that golden horse, the wind teasing free tendrils of her soft dark hair. He knew, intimately, how that hair would feel sliding between his fingers; How it would feel when he grasped a handful of it and pulled, making her cry out. The eyes that watched her were luminous, full of old but fiery memories. Dangerous eyes, eyes that knew her well inside and out.

But she was not some weakling maid to tremble and break at the sight of him. Her eyes were as hungry as his own, but a different kind of hunger, he knew. What she wanted from him, he would not give as lightly as he had once given her gifts. He wondered if she still wore them, the glittering red stones and the beautiful little glass bottle. It was impossible to tell beneath the thick plushness of her coat.

The world about them was cold, and would only grow colder still as the night fell. But her body would be warm, warm and wet and pliant, as he remembered it. Salmon tongue licked at his dark chops. "A king?" His eyes laughed at her again, and so did his voice, another rich bark of sound that sent two dark ravens fleeing from a nearby pine. Acidic green measured her, canny and deeply calculating as his mind races miles ahead. "No, not a king any longer, my beautiful vixen," Came the husky swell, and now he came forward to prowl about her horse in a slow and hostile circle. Yellow teeth flashed at the mounted woman in a predatory king. "Un dio, donna sciocca. Il re dei re per riscaldare le cosce, is that not what you have come for?"

He was at the horse's head now, and grasped it by the reigns to keep the nervous beast still. Creamy fingers itched, and slowly he reached out to touch her knee, bare where the white coat parted over it. The small contact was fire and lightning. "Will you not get down off of your horse, and greet me like you should?"


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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:58 am

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We've been dreaming, but who can deny it's the best way of living between the truth and the lies?

Isabella hid her annoyance. Words escaped the King that she could not understand, even with her two tongued head. She hid it, hid her dislike of not understanding. This King had his cobra fangs. Weakness was not allowed, only in jest. Allowed a slight chuckle, the woman understood enough of what he said of her. She was a whore, his whore, a willing victim of his games of charms and lies of affection. Affection. A thing for the masses, for the dim. Affection was between mother and child, woman and woman, but not between man and woman. The two were toxic together, a roiling mass of limbs good for little more than the hedonistic pleasures.

A Queen far worthier of your throne sits upon it, thought the woman, keeping the words to herself. Much respect went out the Queen of Thorns, a far deadly leader than the King had once been. With her, she had no way other than her real merit. The security was still there, but it was earned less so in the Boss's sheets than in duty. Sirius had always been much easier to please and easier to understand, at the basest at least. Even now he circled like a vulture. He was circling her, his prey. His prey, he thought. No, this was her choice, her game now.

The mare fidgeted more and snorted in fear as the King of tumbleweeds grabbed the reins. Isabella let her face show her amusement as his request. No, demand. A hand brushed the cloak over her knee, a hand pressing here. The heat shot up her, warming all the right places. Her eyes lingered on the hand with a slight sigh. Her eyes returned to the dark mans. "Upon my knees?" she questioned rhetorically, moving her limbs to let his hands fall free. Grace and poise, she slid off the palomino like water from the pitcher, silk from a fine woman's shoulders. "I'm afraid we are no longer in such a place where I can prostrate myself before you, mon roi." The cloak hid her, all of her, with feet beneath.

The cobra could still bite, but the woman reached her hand for the familiar scars on his body, a linger touching upon his flesh to boil the blood. "Perhaps the King of nothing should take his whore to where it is warm and private."


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POSTED: Fri Nov 22, 2013 4:56 am

she may contain the urge to run away
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
cetirizine, your fever’s gripped me again
never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops
(!!!) Dude I did a little PP lemme know if it is not ok??

Behind her eyes, two colors twined together like rings of gold saffron and deep aquiline sapphire; Deeper still her thoughts were churning, hidden from him. It was clever of her, to be on guard. Sirius Revlis was not the man he had once been. The North was a bitter place, where death wandered the frostlands with teeth made of ice. Like his son, it had changed the serpent; It had made him less a man, more the beast that he had always and forever been. Eternal carnage, were the words written on the wicked dark heart, written in flesh and blood and bone beneath the scars so livid there.

Her reply warranted a smile, far more wolfish than the sharp coyote lines of his face. He was frightening her steed; The aura of the predator oozed from him, potent and dense in the air, and the mare was clever enough to fear it. Perhaps Isabella should have, also. But she had not come for nostalgia's sake, nor for any love she might have bore him. A deeper and stranger desire had brought the exotic desertbloom to the gates of his winterhell - And though he thought he knew it well enough, Sirius could not comprehend it.

A woman's weakness, he thought, smiling at her with too-sharp teeth. Would that I have taught Salvia better than to heed this weakling call. He knew of the new Queen. Ravens were everywhere in these twilight years, and they carried words like plague. The Queen of Thorns, they called her. The Tigress. There was a deep and terrible pride within him at the thought of her now, the thing that he had created from the bones of a little girl with too much power and too much grief.

It was all a giant chess game, and the pieces moved slowly but surely, square by square.

He regarded Isabella with cold and cruel eyes as she spoke, and as she slipped gracefully from the back of the mare. In his mind he saw her piece sliding across the board. He would give her what she had come for - She had always known he would, else she wouldn't have risked coming this far. It was no whim that had brought the gypsykin back to him; He knew Isabella to be cold and calculating in her own way. She must have thought on this, planned it, for a long time. The thought made him smile again, that churlish, ravenous grin.

Her fingertips brushed his chest, and the deep rivets there. They were scars that would never fade; Carved too deep into his flesh, they were a permanent reminder of the past, and of the truth. They made him think of a man long dead, a man who had been as a brother to him; And they made him think of the bear, and the taste of death in his mouth. Sirius had earned his power, had fought for it. He had never been a paladin or a righteous man, no; But power did not bend to the words of a weak man. He had never, ever been weak.

Quick as a viper-strike, he grabbed her slender wrist in one large hand and pulled her body roughly against him. The woman's soft ermine cloak stopped direct contact, albeit barely; His own, the skin of the bear that had almost taken his life, was stirred by a cold wind to whip about them both. His dark muzzle came close by her own, lingering there whilst pin-prick pupils regarded her savagely. "Enough games, Isabella," His grip on her wrist was tight enough to bruise, but there was no true malice in the man's expression, only a deeply terrible curiosity. His cheek slid alongside her own, lungs expanding to take a deep breath of the scent of her into his lungs before the dark one drew his head back to survey her again. "Tell me why you have come."


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POSTED: Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:01 am

Isabella Heiwa
We've been dreaming, but who can deny it's the best way of living between the truth and the lies?

Her hand could feel his flesh pulsing beneath her eager fingertips. His blood pushed against the surface and the woman felt her own blood respond in kind. Oh, how it raced inside of her veins and arteries, cutting a swath through her very spirit. The warm spread throughout her body and it melted her flesh into weakness. She hated weakness but this would give her the strength to move on and bring about a true heir to two bloody lines.

All of a sudden, her hand snapped back and her feet were brought forward. The once-upon-a-time King's strength pulled her toward him, pressing his chest to hers, the soft ermine a slight barrier between their flesh. Her breath felt caught for a moment within her longs before expelling into a long sigh, almost calculated, as though she had planned for him to do so. She did not, but she was always a master of seduction, and tried her best to keep it that way. Sirius might be the moon to her transformation, but she had enough sentience to fight his intoxicating allure to keep from drowning in it.

Her digits flexed in his grasp as she eyed the connection, head cocking at the ferocity behind the motion. His muzzle was close to her own, and the touch between them there made her body roar. "I suppose there is no purpose to prolonging this. Not if I shouldn't even expect a fire to warm myself by." Her hand slipped out of the once King, a sharp gesture that she allowed to flow into a move away from the pulsating body of the King. The seperation was not much appreciated by her loins. "I seek to finish what we both failed to finish," she added with great bitterness. A hand went to her neck, fingering the bottle there briefly before twisting back to the man. "I need a child and you deserve one actually worth your blood."

There were a lot of implications, and the woman smiled widely with her canines easy to see. "Don't you want an heir to be proud of?" The woman closed the distance between them and let a hand slip beneath the bear cloak, fingers sliding down the chest and flat belly of the rogue King. Claws dug into flesh, pricking it slightly just above his manhood. There was no sharp smell of blood for it was only a taste of what passion could be brought between the two of them. "Or perhaps I am here for old times sake, to enjoy a memorable baise."


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