interlude

Sirius Revlis · 12-23-2011, 03:04 AM

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Although submissive, he felt a distinct lack of fear within her, as he had from the mare. It was not a response that the King received often, and when presented with a lack of it, his dominance felt innately threatened. In a cruel and harsh land that sought survival over all else, fear was power - Although their culture had become more civil from these primal and wicked notions, the instinctive root of it remained. Slightly unnerved, the monarch's narrowed pupils were extra sharp in looking for signs of rebelliousness of rudeness; Such things, accompanied by her apparent lack of modest fear, would have been unrelentingly punished.

But she was perfectly docile and modest, subliminally submissive, and he could find no fault within any of her gracious movements. For such elegance, the woman was surprisingly large; Her form was shapely and curved, swelled at the hip and the breast with signs of motherhood. He smelt the sweet tang of milk about her, but it was faint. If he had known anything about the nature of mothers and children, then perhaps Sirius might have known that these were the signs of a weaning child, but this was an area with both his instinctual and accumulated intelligence was at an loss.

Her rounded form did little to dissuade his attraction for her. Plump flesh led itself to connections with bounteous food, plentiful supplies. It had an air of wealth about it, as did the plush glossiness of her rarely hued pelt. Her narrowed waist was invitingly feminine.

But it was the woman's eyes that drew him in most - Even downcast, he could see their luminous, unique hue. Never had the King seen a color quite like it. She was foreign enough to be viewed with suspicion, beautiful enough to be seen as valuable. Teetering between these two view points, the Hunter was quick to assert his dominance with raised head and tail, and certain subliminal indications of the posture that had been accepted as a show of dominance since the beginning of their kind.

He accented tone was accepted with a wordless sound, like a grunt both smoother, more deadly. It rolled from between his jaws as he watched her with hungry, predatory eyes. "This King accepts your tributary. Rise, woman," His voice echoed her smooth formality, his dark tenor proudly oozing the words. She had done well to assume his preference for such eloquence, of both gesture and speech. Sirius had never been a blunt man.

His hand brushed her slightly as it took the reigns. Luna, well used to the scent of her master, instead turned her attention to the mare. As the current matriarch of the Salsolan herd, her posture was defiant, and the presence of a potential usurper made the silvery creature jittery. The speckled mare looked at her with one eye, a surprisingly comical glance that reminded Sirius far too much of an older woman about to scold a much younger one for being too precocious.

A thought entered his head - It was customary for one gift, presented so formally, to be reciprocated. But he had not learned enough about this strange beauty to know if she deserved the blessing of a King. "Tell me your name. You are new to my Kingdom - The Auxiliary must have welcomed you into our ranks," His suspicious gaze loitered on her, unable to part with the mysterious amethyst of her eyes, "Why have you brought me this gift, and where did you learn such skilled leathercraft?" He assumed it was her hand that had made the spectacular adornment, for no traders had entered these lands for some time. He had never before seen such vibrant dyes used on deer-hide; her technique must have been an old one.

Sirius Revlis

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