every characteristic of the egotistic

Sirius Revlis · 07-07-2011, 10:12 AM

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Date: 07 July

Setting: Borgata Xicohtli initially / neutral territory on the other side of the Pictou river, and then probably back to The Ruins!

Time: Afternoon/Nearing Dusk

Character Form: Optime

Other: Hey bb! I am just assuming that our previous thread finished the day prior to this (yesterday derp), and that Sirius told her to pack her things and meet him on the border the following afternoon. If there is a problem with this, let me know! C:
PS: THIS is the stally Sirius is riding. Daisy, eat your heart out! :3

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Hazy sunlight filtered through thick pine coverage, dappling the man and the beast he rode as they entered its depths. The ebony stallion picked its way carefully through crumbling and rotting leaf-litter, each step proud and yet somewhat nervous. The man astride its strong back sat stiffly, his body still rusty and re-adapting to the sway of the equine's steady steps. When he had ridden in London, it had been fleetingly, and never with much skill - While the Hunter much preferred to prowl this dark land on his own silent feet, pride maintained that if Gabrielson of Inferni could master such a talent, then he too was more than capable.

His muscles remembered enough to keep the increasingly unruly nature of the stallion at bay, but little more. Even now it danced skittishly, disobeying the Thistle King with jaunty steps and a tossing head. Knowing by now that the only way to calm the beast was to waste some of its impressive stamina, Sirius grabbed a fistful of the stallion's silvery mane, and loosened his hold on the leather reins. At once, the horse was off - With fluid grace it galloped, impressively surefooted on the dangerous terrain. With adrenaline racing through his veins, the Revlis man snarled silently, succumbing to the terrifying freedom such speed brought.

The dark pair raced between growing shadows, invisible but for the flash of silver mane and hooves, and the glint of yellow teeth and poisonous olive eyes. However, the trip they made had purpose, and even as the gurgling of the Pictou river reached his ears, the Boss was eagerly anticipating of what was to come.

Suddenly, the rushing waters were before them. Sharply snapping back the reigns, Sirius roughly jerked the young stallion to a halt, snarling his irritation as it flattened its ears and reared slightly. Once the beast had calmed, they headed upstream until the waters became pebbled shallows, slow-moving enough to cross. With a little goading the ebony horse plunged into the cool river, shying as it lapped at his belly before triumphantly lunging over to the other bank. Hooves clattered on stone as the pair breached the slight incline, before Sirius pressed his mount into a swift-moving trot.

Pictou had marked the border of his territory, and now the Thistle King could do little but wait. Darkness would rise to claim the sky soon, but he had never been afraid of the dark - Eagerness was quick to ward off what annoyance may have arisen from the menial task of waiting. Glad for the opportunity, the tall, dark man slid from the back of the stallion, holding its leather reigns in one hand so that it would not stray. Then, tipping back elegantly large ears and raising his maw to the sky, Sirius uttered a low, wolfish call. Come to me, little bird. Come now. Olive eyes, heavy with arrogance and an increasing impatience, lingered on the treeline around him. She would come - His strings were pulling her towards the spiderweb that was Salsola.

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