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- Sirius Revlis - 08-25-2011 [html] Word Count » + ooc: borgata tocatl, late afternoon/dusk (whenever Tlantli has left). Siri met Itachi, then Pan, then he had to deal with getting Eris her owl. BUSY DAY FOR SIRI. Finally, silent footpaws were carrying him North, to where the Thistle King knew the Arbiter would be playing around with his newest toy.
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+5. Evening works great for me! It had taken the entirety of the day for the horse to become presentable. He had scrubbed her hard with cold water, washing away the filth of the trip, and Rowan had done a fine job with the creature’s mane. Tlanti’s interruption had been brief, and did not hinder his progress. In the latter half of the morning he had sent Rowan to fetch food, and eaten while the mare was kept inside her stall. The fawn was a new surprise, but it had the markings of Salvia’s work all over it and therefore was left untouched. Once he had eaten, he had moved onto the task of cleaning the animal’s hooves. He had never truly worried about this but made certain to pick away the large chunks of dirt that might cause any injury to the animal. Without shoes, these horses had grown hardy feet that withstood the trials of the wilderness. This one would do fine; she was not as stocky as his own mount, but still larger than the stallion. Her feet were not as dainty as his, but they would adapt. Though he did not polish the hooves, he ensured they were as clean as they could be. Satisfied, he had left the horse inside and gone to retrieve the sheep. For this task he traveled four-legged, and moved with great ease. He was a creature built for power and distance, though his endurance would pale against a smaller built canine. It was an easy task to herd the sheep, for he simply had to begin pushing the rams towards the barn with several sharp growls and they would go. Animals of habit, the sheep recognized that night meant danger, and so safety and food could be found if they went back to the pen. He wrangled them in and resumed his two-legged body. A pile of tall grass and berries was tossed into the pen, where the sheep began to eat. It was nearly time to bring the horses in. Larkspur retreated back towards the tack room to begin the process of cleaning saddles when the call came. His ears turned, head following suit, and within an instant his path was redirected. It did not take long to find Sirius, though the man was an earthen shadow against the twilight. Larkspur, his own pelt taking on the deep hues of the falling sun, approached with ease. In custom, he greeted the Boss by brushing his own massive jaw against the hybrid’s, and dropped his head in a considerable would-be bow. Orange eyes fell to the pouch in the King’s hands, his ears betraying that they had caught the soft noises from within. Today was just full of surprises, it seemed. One massive foot shifted back to allow Larkspur to stand more easily, for he did his best to shrink his body when around the Hunter-King. “Boss,” he greeted, using the formal title. He found it simple, and without flair; this was why he preferred to call Sirius by that name as opposed to “Sire” or “King”. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:center;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:100%px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-26-2011 [html] Word Count » + He did not have to wait long. Larkspur came quickly, a darker shadow than those cast around him. The man's grizzled grey maw and glowing orange eyes stood out enough that poisonous olive did not have long to search. At the sight of that submissive jack-o-lantern gaze, some of the tension and irritability faded from within Sirius. Something about the Arbiter was reassuring to the Thistle King - his dependability, perhaps. Maybe the fact that he had saved the monarch's life. Maybe, he had been keenly aware of Salsola's sudden vulnerability without the mammoth male around. Whatever it was, Larkspur was greeted with a low growl-like purr of contentment, a rare sound from the usually detached, slick ruler.
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I had to sneak in and reply to this at work. zomgsirilove. Larkspur had been to Freetown once before; he had stolen his horse from the place a long time ago. Misery had taken them south before they came to ‘Souls, desiring to see if any of her children still lingered. He disliked the place, and its bustling people, but his size and feral nature kept most at bay. Itachi had been the one to deal with most of their business, though it was Larkspur who had made the trade for the horse. He had heard rumors of the breeders in the area, but those same rumors told him that they would not take an unbroken mare. So another man, one whom Larkspur had quickly “won over” with his aggressive tactics, offered up his own horse for the AniWaya mustang. He caught the unspoken warning and ignored the pouch. Whatever was inside of it was clearly not of his concern. Both ears turned slightly at the mention of the wounds suffered by Itachi. Larkspur had been unable to assist, for the other men had abandoned their mounts and prizes when they chased down the slaves. To join them would have been foolish. At Sirius’ movement, Larkspur joined him. He kept a curious pace, allowing the earthen-hued hybrid to lead. Dominance, as always, played out keenly in this place. Only when the Thistle King halted did Larkspur advance, passing into the barn and towards one of his rustic stalls. “This new horse rides well. She’s fast—faster than your stallion,” he admitted, having watched them since the return. He looped a lead into the leather halter Rowan had fashioned, and brought out his prize. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:center;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:100%px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-30-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The man walked at his heels, large bulk hunched somewhat. If Sirius noticed, he did not remark on it - Their rankings had been fastened that day on the mountain, when bearclaw had taken his tail, and almost his life. Something as secure as stone had been fashioned between the two men, that day; A chemical understanding, a balance that lingered in the primate heritage of their blood as much as it did in the wakeful mind.
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It pleased him to present this living mercurial beast to the Thistle King. Larkspur was not a creature who saw horses, or cats, or any sort of animal as a “pet”. The mare was chosen for her color, as the pale mane was what Sirius admired. Her speed was a further, far more useful trait and the true reason he had chosen a silver-gray thing over one of the white horses. If Sirius truly wished to create his own perfect breed, they would need more than a pretty pelt. Even his own mate had been chosen for these simplistic needs first. Eris contained magic; Eris’ curvaceous body meant she would bear healthy, multiple children. Her inability to fend for herself and her childish attitude were things that came with the package. Orange eyes watched, pleased, at Sirius’ reaction. He was proud to have delighted the Boss. While his mission had not been as dire as Itachi’s, he had also not failed as the Protégé had. Even Pandemic had returned with a prize, one that the Arbiter now gingerly took from his leader. Pale hands clutched the bag as carefully as if it might be a fragile thing—he knew what it was that was hidden in the bag, though he had not seen it since Pandemic had shown him the grand bird. His attention remained focused on the Boss alone, though he was keeping well aware of the pouch in his large, ungraceful hands. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:center;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:100%px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-30-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The parcel was carefully deposited in the D'Angelo man's large, padded palms. For a moment, gaze lingered on it - Waiting until another Tangelo cheep reassured him that the chick within had settled itself. Larkspur seemed well aware of his alpha's desire for the safety of the hatchling - His large frame looked almost comical, so carefully cradling the pouch in hugely-clawed hands.
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Orange eyes observed the movements of both animals carefully. Sirius was predictable—the horse was not. Yet she had been well chosen; she was docile and eager to obey and thus suitable for the dark ruler. While Black was a prize stallion, he was unruly. No doubt Sirius was capable of controlling him, but he deserved to have an eager mount and not one that fought him. The mare took in this semi-familiar scent easily enough, and for this, Larkspur was glad. Furthermore, he was practically beaming (as someone who resembles a bear could; awkwardly) at the claim from the King about his boy. Now both his children were adults, and both would ascend to heights that they never could have within the depths of Anathema. A low nod was given at the mention of breeding, equally glad that Sirius would wait. While Black had been keenly interested in the mare, Larkspur would not allow him to mount her. A foal born before winter would take a great deal of care, and the Nova Scotia weather was unpredictable. Spring would be best. He scarcely had time to consider this when the dark hunter spoke a new name to the horse, who seemed to respond to it. Only one word was remembered with any ease, and this was the name he tucked away to use when working with her. Luna. The dark wolf blinked stupidly at the final question. No reward had been considered. His role was set within the pack. He did not need to prove himself to Sirius, nor had he gone to Freetown to gain anything. This was his duty. Obedience required no reward. “I did not expect one,” he answered honestly, looking towards the ground. .larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;} .larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:center;} .larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .larktext {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .larktext .separator{width:100%px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-30-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ There was a strange pride that swelled within the chest of the King as he watched his Arbiter's reaction to the news about Pandemic. Having accepted the boy into adulthood just hours earlier, Sirius knew that his personal acceptance of both man and son would hold great sway for their place within the pack. Pandemic D'Angelo had much promise within him - Like his father, the boy seemed to be a simplistic creature, more attuned to the ways of the hot-blood than of the mind. The Thistle King hoped that this would lend itself towards an unfaltering devotion, such as the one he received from the Arbiter, but the thoughts of having to conquer another bear just to re-prove himself was not appealing. Hopefully, the ebony boy would follow in the footsteps of his sire and his sister, who both seemed to have accepted Sirius into their hearts and minds as unfailing lord and King.
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