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- Clover Love Lykoi - 11-04-2011 [html] Word Count → 368 :: Failpost. I hope it's cool if I toss her into Siri's room. Oh, and this can be dated for whenever! <3 Nimble fingers of her right hand traced the edge of the mirror, while her left held it firmly in its grasp. The object was one much adored by its owner who often put it to use, though the Lykoi child had herself begun to admire it. Perhaps it was because she expected those brooding features to be looking back at her from the smooth, glassy surface, but of course a mirror did not work that way, and Clover only saw the roan red mask framed by waves of gold. The harder she stared at her own reflection, the deeper her longing to see the Thistle King’s gaze back on her became. But it was no magical mirror that brought the owner images of what its heart desired. Instead, the girl was left with an empty copy of herself. While it was fascinating to see her own reflection, it wasn’t exactly what the Lykoi girl wanted. Her heart yearned for those days of uncertainty when Sirius had been able to so easily scoop her away from her family in Inferni. Somehow she had seen something in him and knew that she could follow him, and in turn, follow her heart. Since her arrival in his kingdom, she had tended to his things and occasionally those of Eris, the sable woman who aided him in leading the Salsola family. And yet, it was not exactly how she imagined things would be. Not exactly.. She had lifted the mirror from the heavy pine chest that the King kept most of his possessions in. Clover had easily grown familiar with it and the things it housed over time. Today, like many days, she had come to straighten his things and take care of any cleaning that needed to be done. With the winter not far off, she was sure that Sirius, along with everybody else, would be preparing for the colder nights. She did not want to disappoint the King by slacking on her duties for him. Still, it was hard for the girl to set the mirror aside, when she silently wished for the company of the man whose room this was even though it was apparent he was not there. .clover-border {font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: justify; margin:0px 25px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .clover-border .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .clover-border .inner {background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/souls ... border.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:55px 10px 0px 10px;} .clover-border .tagline .sub {font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; font-style:italic; } .clover-border .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .clover-border p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .clover-border b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .clover-border u {text-decoration:none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 11-05-2011 [html] *delighted nibble* >> 3+
Lean muscles ached, and a weariness stole through the monarch as, with relief, he made the short journey from the stables back to the ruins. He had been riding Luna often of late, and was very keen to develop better skills with the silvery mare - She responded well to his administrations, and the two had already begun to develop a series of physical commands unique to horse and owner. He had spent the day riding her bareback; Although hardly skilled enough to steer the steed without the use of reins, it had actually been a pleasant relief to sit atop the horse without the hard, uncomfortable leather saddle. From this day forward, he would ride without it.
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A change in the air alerted the Lykoi girl that she was not alone and a moment later she sensed the dark form of her King looming over her. He paused only momentarily, speaking her name with that husky tone she had come to love. While darkened ears fell closer to her crown of gold and a bloom of rose grew beneath the tawny fur along her cheeks, Clover dipped her head in greeting to the Boss. Good evening, Sir. She watched him silently as he made his way past her to lounge upon his majestic throne crafted from stone. As he situated himself amongst rock and bear skin, straw yellow eyes left the precious mirror still held within both hands and traced the outline of the King’s lean frame. Her eyes lingered upon the scars adorning his chest, before his yawn brought her gaze northward in search of her favorite shade of apple green. It was then that Clover caught the brief flash of pain and immediately rose from her place on the floor. A few sweeping steps brought the Lykoi girl to Sirius’ side. Are you hurting, love? His comfort was, after all, her priority. Whether it was a matter of making his chamber more suitable to his needs or providing him with some sort of medicinal cure, Clover was happy to oblige. Much like the crush that Clover had developed for Harlowe, the girl was infatuated with this man. Even if he were to reject her from his life, which he obviously had not, she was sure she could not pull away. It seemed as if he was her world, and Clover twirled around him like a sparkling moon lost in his attraction. What can I do for you? From her vantage point, Clover looked down upon her King. Her gaze fell upon his dark locks and she longed to retrieve the bone comb from his chest so that she might run its teeth through it. She would wait for his word though, for perhaps he did not fancy her aid in grooming. Whatever it may be, Clover was ready at his side. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 11-10-2011 [html] *seductive eyebrow waggle* >> 3+
Her voice chimed sweetly, a delicate dove-like coo that soothed the inner beast so ferociously bound by the chains of Sirius' self control. It was a relief, nonetheless, to hear such dainty melodies - After being surrounded by the sounds of horses and of Larkspur, who frequently made guttural horse-like sounds himself, it pleased the monarch to find himself once more within a place of civility. The two aspects balanced eachother out - While with his Arbiter, the feral nature that resided within the King of Thorns was released, and he could act as the Hunter would act. While with Clover, the facade of the gentleman, the noble, was replaced; Although an act, it was one he quite enjoyed.
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She found such complete contentment being there by his side, and she couldn’t quite even put a finger on exactly why that was so. Similar in the way that Clover had become a beautiful accessory to the King’s chamber, the Boss himself was the girl’s own eye candy. He was there within her presence - so near, and yet just out of grasp. Within the Salsolan family, Sirius was unattainable. Still, she found pleasure in merely being able to aid him. If she could not keep him, she would at least delight her senses with his presence. Darkened ears turned slightly at the sound of his voice, turning to collect its entire thick, honey-richness she so loved. Anything for you, love, she responded to his request, stooping so that she might set his precious mirror aside before her fingers went to work at his back. Sirius readjusted his position amongst the magnificent throne as Clover moved a step closer. Her pale gaze lingered upon the marking of their family situated between both shoulder blades, before her fingers found the knot he had gestured to and gently began to knead away the tenderness. You must have been very busy today, she commented, alluding to the hard work he had spoken of that most likely had caused the pain she worked at now. It was easy to feel where the tension had formed in his shoulder, but Clover decided to avoid the area for the moment. She knew that sometimes a knot in the shoulder blade could be caused by tight muscles in the neck, and so her fingers worked their way to the scalenes and continued their massage there. The scent she had grown so used to, as it was very much apparent in his chamber, was strong on him. Sirius’ male musk was Clover’s own aromatherapy, and she smiled simply at the crown of his head while her fingers worked. Her pursuit of becoming the family’s Ancella perhaps had become more persistent only because of what it granted her; she had found that she had begun to enjoy being in the King’s own chamber possibly more than her own. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 11-20-2011 [html] Me too <3 >> 3+
It might have been surprising that, for all the individuals he might have picked, Clover alone had been chosen to attend him. She had been given a long lead on which to roam - No other hands, except maybe the dark clawed fingers of Eris herself, was granted such access to his belongings, to his very person. No other might dare to go through his chest and, if caught, escape from such an act unpunished. It was within Sirius' suspicious nature to be quite cruel towards those who breached his personal space.
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Though slender fingers were quite content with their place along the smooth, muscular slope of his neck, the girl couldn’t not help but long to let them wander elsewhere. The dark locks that framed those brooding, handsome features she so loved were calling to her, and Clover would have loved nothing more than to have let her fingers softly swim through those chocolately waves. At his words, the Lykoi woman simply smiled in response despite the fact that he could not see. Daisy and Clover shared a bond that did not require much work, but she understood that some steeds needed to be tamed and made suitable for riding. Clover was grateful Daisy did so willingly. When it seemed she had been kneading at the sore muscles in his neck for some time, the girl once again let her fingers roam the broad plane of his back to work at the tension that had collected. She cherished the simplicity of this interaction with him, and thought how nice it would be if it were to become a daily occurrence. She would not mind being forever teased by the tantalizing musk nor welcoming warmth. Oh very well, my king. It has become just as much a home to me, as it is a kingdom to you. Though thoughts of her family occasionally made her think of Inferni, she had no desire to return there. It seemed her bonds with her siblings had slowly begun to fray, but instead she was sure to strengthen new ones. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave, she added simply, one finger finally daring to rise from his back and twist a lock of hair around it gently, before just as quickly falling away. I just need to find my place, which she aimed to do by becoming the Ancella. It was just a matter of proving herself, and a matter of time. #cloverSimple { font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; word-spacing:2px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #cloverSimple p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #cloverSimple .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-style:normal; } #cloverSimple b { letter-spacing:.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #cloverSimple u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #cloverSimple b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #cloverSimple b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #cloverSimple hr { width:85%; margin: 10px auto; } </style> [/html] |