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Sirius Revlis · 11-09-2011, 04:02 AM

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It wasn't difficult to note that she inspected him with suspicion - She ought to, and he would surely have considered her a fool had she not. There was slick pleasure to be gained from the assurance that his being could provoke such an air of austerity that even the mildest stranger saw sinister intent within him - It was something that the King of Thorns projected effortlessly, that aura of self-importance and power. Some might condemn him for being a prideful man, but Sirius would only have laughed at their fallacy; Pride was something to be earned and reveled in, not blanched by the cold rules of some fake and alleged morality. He would exist as he had always existed - A creature born of the dark cunning, of the silver tongue and vapid wit and the sinful pride of Narcissus.

What impressed him, rather, was the woman's apparent blankness, her sheer calm in the face of such intimidation. It made her a worthy jester, something acceptable for which his attention might linger. Primarily, he liked the way she looked - His gaze was not concealed as it moved warmly over her exotic features; not rudely, in the way of men who could not control their volatile hunger, but profoundly, as though he genuinely believed that his fascination was righteous and to be taken as the highest compliment.

Her words did not escape him, and although that initial question was phrased in a way that alerted his keen ears and mind to falseness, not even the monarch of Salsola was a mind reader. Allowing the strange lilt of her inquiry to slip by, the directness of his bubbling eyes returned to meet the unreadable depths of her own. He could smell, now, her fear - It was not something so easily concealed as an expression, and the Hunter was keenly attuned to such a scent. But it was not overwhelming, and thus did not deter him. Ignorant of her knowledge of Salsola, and that his own scent had already betrayed his association there, a silky lie was allowed to pour from between those terrible yellowed fangs. "You are correct in your assumption, Lady - I will not be traveling further South than here. Tis a shame, though. Beautiful women should not wander unaccompanied." This, he genuinely believed - The land further North was harsher, crueler, and the packs therein tended to reflect this. People went missing on the mountains of Halcyon. Women were taken and never heard of again. He knew this well, having been the thief, having been the apex Hunter that ruled that rugged domain.

Her latter comment, and the loathful gaze that so swiftly accompanied it, did not escape him. She detests the horse? Peculiar. Although he had no love for the beasts, he found no dislike for them, either. They were useful things, and in Luna's case, beautiful - Sirius was known to hoard beauty like a dragon of lore, serpentine and ravenous in his desire for all things of visual appeal.

Clawed fingers moved slowly, that she might see them and be for the most part unafraid, to unhook the dead hare from where it hung at his thigh. He allowed it to fall heavily to the ground, before dismounting in a fluid motion. The fur cloak rustled and fell heavily about his figure, now standing. Sirius was a tall man, tall as a true-blooded wolf, but there was too much of the coyote within him to be as thickly built as they. His leanness was notable; The king was long in limb, angular and proud in bearing. His large ears high in interest, the man knelt the pick up the hare, although his attention remained wholly on the beautiful creature before him. The corpse was held loosely when he straightened, those wicked eyes watching the woman closely. "Regardless of direction of our travel, I know myself to be a gentleman, and it would please me so very much to share this meal with you," The words were not phrased as a question, but the king tried to project some manner of hopefulness within his toothy smile.

Sirius Revlis

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