It was not glee that shone in the Arbiter's eyes, when Sirius' serpent tongue spoke lowly of the necessary murder of a child. Nor was it fury at the thought of such a thing, a fury that would have been expected from a lesser creature, a weaker one. Not, it was the burning of lanterns that the Thistle King had seen only once before, high on the mountain, when the giant of a man had battled the most feared of mountain carnivores. The bear had been burned by the heat held within such blazing amber and jack-o-lantern orange. It did not take such a large leap of thought to conclude that the abomination of birth had suffered a similarly direct fate.
A deep grunt voiced the King's continued aggravation over being blighted by secrecy - It was his due to know all things, and that he had not been informed of such information till now goaded the dangerous monarch. But his anger with Larkspur was short-lived, for the man was an honest creature, and his words were heavy with the truth of their meaning. "So it was," He spoke dismissively. The child had been dealt with, but the shame would remain, lingering on within this new litter. Sirius could only hope that since the weakness had been weeded out, the strong would allow their roots to become stronger, more deeply tangled and entrenched within his kingdom.
Larkspur had hefted his mighty frame over the fence, and dwarfed Sirius with his hulking dark form. Sirius was by no means a small man - He was wolfishly tall of frame, with large and high ears that made him even more so. But beside the bulk of the muscular mountain of D'Angelo, the Boss was a rangy, lean thing, lanky and poisonously elegant where Larkspur was all deep power. One hand rose to clap against the man's thickly furred upper arm, signaling Sirius' change in mood before his devilish tongue could. "You have been keeping yourself well, I trust? Your slave had been tending you suitably?" There was a sharpness to his eyes as he voiced this, for Sirius knew that the man had long since taken the pretty red thing as his wench. The Revlis man wondered briefly if he had taken the girl to his bed, too, for undoubtedly these months had been cold where Eris was concerned.
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