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Sirius by Nat
Yellow teeth flickered as black lips pulled up, air hissing between these clenched daggers as the King finished winding the strip of material about his arm. The wound inflicted by the Sequoian whore was infected, but the infection was not a deep one - He had shifted back into his two-legged form too soon, re-opening the softly knitted flesh. The sting was greeted as an old conquest, a familiar ache with which to rekindle his irritation. Biting down on one end of the stained off-white material he was using for a bandage, Sirius jerked his arm and head roughly, tightening the knot until he was confident it would not slide undone.
Gingerly, the man ran his wicked claws over the wrapped wound. Already, a few beads of blood oozed nearer to the surface layer, leaving a mottled line that traced the scar. With a weary sigh, the man shook his lanky form free of the stiffness that riddled his muscles, which had been locked and tense in the expectation of pain. He slumped into the stone throne central to his chamber, the folds of the bear-cloak encompassing the man's angular, muscular form, welcoming it into the ocher softness like the arms of an eager lover. But no such warmth emanated from the dead skin as from the voluptuous form of a woman, and Sirius was left to bask in his bitter loneliness.
He may have napped, albeit briefly, but was jerked back into consciousness by sound pervading his outer senses. One large coyote ear twitched - A frenzied mind, poisoned by its paranoia, leapt into sudden awareness. Luminous acidic eyes opened, the narrowed pupils within fixing at the bleary light that streamed in from his doorway. A shadow lingered there; One the king knew well, with the intimacy of blood-kin. His weapon had returned to him, and he was eager for the news she brought. "Enter, Salvia," Came the tenor tones, a serpentine hiss rasping on the end of a voice coated heavily with the most delicious and sumptuous of hues. The serpent was well known to have a silver tongue, and few were further under it's power than the daughter of Eris and Larkspur.
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