she's got you high

Sirius Revlis · 04-16-2011, 10:39 PM

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His senses rewarded him with the sight of the river, at last. The sun had truly risen now, and it filled the air with a welcome and gentle warmth, and the entire scene seemed serendipitous. Enjoying the solitude, far from the somewhat frustrating members of Anathema, the mocha male sat on a boulder near to the running water and began to skin the rabbit.

It was a somewhat messy ordeal, as he had no knives and only long, wickedly-sharp claws to work with, but Siri was skilled in this area and he did so as neatly as possible. Retrieving a rather nice strip of fur from the carcass, the male then set the meat on the stone where he had been sitting and moved to the water's edge. Kneeling beside the cool rushing liquid, he retrieved a sharp stone from beneath the icy spray and set to word shearing the messy remnants of flesh from the hide with firm, practiced strokes. The scent of the skinned hare wafted alluringly toward him, but the hunter was patient, and he would reward himself with eating it after this deed was done.

He had a small collection of rabbit furs, back in his den in the caves. Having no sewing skills to speak of, the male would simply continue to gather them until he could find someone to darn them into a blanket or something useful. For now, they lined his sleeping nest rather comfortably.

The babbling of the water and the downwind direction of their approach offered the suddenly appearing pair an upper hand of surprise. It was the vibrations of the horse's hooves, accompanied by a delicate voice just breaching the sound of the river, that alerted Sirius to his company. Apple green eyes, suspicious but not cruel, were quick to survey the girl and her steed - The sharp rock still held in his fist a moment more. However, he lived by a certain code of behavior, and striking a woman with a sharp stone tended to go against that.

He rose slowly, the dripping pelt still in one hand. "Well hello, miss," Came the dark tenor tones of his voice, smooth and casual even as sharp eyes assessed her. The scent of Inferni pervaded his senses, but the male displayed no sign that it alarmed him. Gaze flickered over the beast she rode - He was no stranger to horses, but this one was rather large, and the thought of being on the receiving end of a pummel from those hard hooves was unappealing. He remained where he stood, not wanting to startle the strange lady or her mount. Hands rose to show he was unarmed, the sharp stone being dropped back into the water with a plop. A crocodile smile assured her of his innocent intentions. "What on earth is one of Gabriel's doing, all alone on this dreadful mountain?" The question was posed innocently, but there was a deep curiosity in him for the girl with the alluring wavy hair. Rumors in the pack suggested that Inferni had recently shifted their borders - The mountain was now Anathema's land, whether they marked it or not, and surely the girl knew it was unwise to wander up here?

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