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Word Count » 449 :: OHOHOHO. Naughty Tlantli.
Perhaps she had stepped out of her place in inspecting the body of her shared leader, for truly any other member would have been sorely reprimanded for such a brash display of comfort, but she did not seem bothered. In fact, it appeared that the golden Kimaris woman, standing so much shorter than her newly coronated King, held herself with an air that she deserved such rights. She knew her place. Months of living in Eterne, with a family that had shamed their birthright, had taught her that much. There were no prying eyes, as far as she could tell, to gaze upon the vaguely vulgar display of nonchalance. Tlantli had no reason to act otherwise — this was her king, and if he was in some state of disarray, it was her place to fix him.
His smile faded to be replaced with the brooding expression that caused a shiver of excitement to roll through her spine. Oh how she adored his dark features, his poisonous gaze, the low timbre of his voice as he spoke to her. He wove his story in small words, speaking of a creature far worse than she who gave a fair, but difficult, fight that he won. Or she assumed he had won, for he stood before her with his dangerous smile. He was proud of his victory. She let out a siren's laugh, covering her maw with one dainty coyote's hand. "Oh, mi corazon, if it had been aye creature liek mayesalf, you would not haft survived. It would haft eaten you." Rude words to say to her leader, but she saw them to be truth. Few had bested her. It was quite possible that Sirius Revlis himself, strong as he appeared to be, would succumb to his Witch's touch in battle. In fact, she expected it.
The lesson in their prior meeting had been learned, and he did not offer to take her somewhat heavy load. Instead, a command came forth; a command in words, but not in gaze, that told her to follow him back to his new home. He had a desire to show her the monster who had so deformed his once-beautiful tail. Tlantli's features gained new light, taking on the face of an eager child at the prospect. She passed his arm in one fluid motion, turning on her toes to face him again. A surge of excitement flooded her with boldness as her eyes met his, smile mirroring amusement. "Careful, Sie-reese. Leestning ears mait t'ink that you ahre proposicioning me, invaiting me to your home ahlone." And what a shame that would be, were the Family to believe such a thing of their young leader.