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Sirius Revlis · 12-23-2011, 03:46 AM

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Still, that feeling of impudence seemed to linger about her - As though he wielded no true power over her, but that which she allowed him to think he did wield. It was disconcerting, and put the King ill at ease. He was a master at confrontation, and had she openly opposed him, it would have been easy to school her; easy, and possibly brutal. But she was inexplicably well-mannered, in spite of the strange self-possessed control that he calmness emanated.

Such thoughts were subliminal. If Sirius had consciously realized that her actions were almost ironic, in that her apparent dutiful submissiveness was merely an act to fully harness the power he himself emanated, his rage would have been fast and to the point. The serpent was a mastery of trickery - He, himself, evaded the traps of others with a slipperiness that had granted him the power of a Monarch. Her women's power was much more subtle, but just as dangerous.

Sirius was not, by nature, a sexist man. He held dominance over women, true - But he held dominance over all beings of their pack, and in his mind, of all others, also. He was arrogant, and would have been to a flaw if it were not for the fact that he embraced and acknowledged his own arrogance. But it was true, that he saw the value of females as different from those of males; They were for breeding, for den-tending, for the raising of whelps. They were for amusement, and for dutiful tasks. But when a girl came along and surpassed his expectations - Salvia had been the most notable, although there were many others - He willingly relinquished his pre-perception of them. Value came before gender in the eyes of the Thistle King.

If Siv was as well-learned at the skills of leathercraft as she declared herself to be, then her value was, indeed, specialized and well worth his immediate attention. "You have done your mentors proud, with this gift," He said appraisingly, his gaze looking over the finely details hues of the peacock feathers before returning to the woman. She was taller than him, something that Sirius was not used to - Thus far, only Larkspur had been able to see over the tall monarch's head. He wondered if she was as strong as she looked. "What other skills do you have, Siv?" There had been murmurs and rumors amongst the family and the slaves, and Sirius had heard snippets of a tale about this woman and his once-lover, the ill and weary Tlantli.

Sirius Revlis

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