Bullet in the Barrel

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-30-2011, 02:35 AM

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pray to your god, open your heart

Orange eyes observed the movements of both animals carefully. Sirius was predictable—the horse was not. Yet she had been well chosen; she was docile and eager to obey and thus suitable for the dark ruler. While Black was a prize stallion, he was unruly. No doubt Sirius was capable of controlling him, but he deserved to have an eager mount and not one that fought him. The mare took in this semi-familiar scent easily enough, and for this, Larkspur was glad. Furthermore, he was practically beaming (as someone who resembles a bear could; awkwardly) at the claim from the King about his boy. Now both his children were adults, and both would ascend to heights that they never could have within the depths of Anathema.

A low nod was given at the mention of breeding, equally glad that Sirius would wait. While Black had been keenly interested in the mare, Larkspur would not allow him to mount her. A foal born before winter would take a great deal of care, and the Nova Scotia weather was unpredictable. Spring would be best. He scarcely had time to consider this when the dark hunter spoke a new name to the horse, who seemed to respond to it. Only one word was remembered with any ease, and this was the name he tucked away to use when working with her. Luna.

The dark wolf blinked stupidly at the final question. No reward had been considered. His role was set within the pack. He did not need to prove himself to Sirius, nor had he gone to Freetown to gain anything. This was his duty. Obedience required no reward. “I did not expect one,” he answered honestly, looking towards the ground.

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