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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.


But a price had been paid for such freedom, and there was an ache to his frame that spoke of hard work. His legs had needed to be much more secure without the aid of the saddle - Muscles more tensed, body more poised, so as to remain balanced without pommel and seat. Thoughts of home - His large, beautiful chamber - Spurred the male to an eager jog.


He was panting only slightly when at last the skeletal remains of the ruins rose into sight from amongst the rolling tundra of the Salsolan wilderness. As always, a rogue wind swept in from the nearby ocean, brittle and crisp. As olive eyes graced the wild, harsh beauty of this place, and his lungs filled with the crisp air, it occurred briefly to Sirius that he had come to love this territory more than he loved any being, apart from himself.


On large paws the dangerous monarch prowled, his eyes glittering with an infernal wickedness that possessed almost every soul they sought. Finally, the open chasm of his doorway welcomed the weary King, and without a second thought he burst in through the opening and into the chamber.


Gaze immediately found the girl, crouched by his chest of belongings. An instinctual rush of fury soaked his blood with heat - who dares come in here without my permission? - but faded, just as fast, as narrowed pupils recognized the crown of silky gold. "Clover," Came the husky purr of his welcome, and without a second thought the Thistle King strode past the girl and flopped heavily into the impressive stone throne that waited for him. It was a beautiful artifact, the throne, with a high back and two arm-rests, carved from some ancient boulder. His bearskin coat had been draped neatly across it - Possibly Clover's doing, as she often cleaned his room and belongings. Secretly, he had come to enjoy the scent of her within his chamber, and would notice the lack of it keenly when she was too busy to attend him.


Shutting his eyes, the monarch yawned hugely, revealing the sharp and terrible rows of yellow teeth that were usually hidden behind a charming smile. Then, a wince, as his stretching revealing a sore knot in one shoulder-blade. Narrowed pupils returned smoothly to the Lykoi princess, she who was the only creature he allowed to so freely touch his belongings. His quality of life had been vastly improved with her presence - It seemed the beautiful golden-haired maiden always knew just what to do to sooth the indignant ruffles of her King.



Sirius Revlis
Hail the Conqueror Worm
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