[M] the devil made you look

Sirius Revlis · 03-26-2012, 02:41 AM

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Sirius by Nat

Most of his danger lay in his unpredictability. Sirius was a wayward devil; None could ever be entirely sure of the method of his madness, of the progress of his thoughts, for he was in one form a genius. But the other, this darkness within, was the true core of the male - A beast fit to leap from the pages of old scripture, tales of hellhounds and beasts that ravaged mankind with despair and death. They were his ancestors, they who had lingered in the darkness and fed on the weakness of other beasts - It was they who commanded his actions now, in the unwritten law dictated through their very bones, their very beings.

His body collided with her own in a muffled thump, a sound sharpened by the accentuation of snarls and the hissing of breath exhaled between snarling jaws and a cage of yellowed teeth. Down, their twisting bodies fell, to the hard and cold compact surface of the earth. A white-hot pain lanced his vision as her claws dug into the tender flesh of his most recent wound, re-opening it, puncturing it with the tiger's claws. His hot blood, royal blood, oozed warm and inky onto her hand.

But he would show no weakness, and released no sound of pain, merely a blood-curdling growl that echoed from his chest and was released, with force, into her own snarling features. The wounded arm was jerked back and, as his weight held her down, his fist was swung deftly to attempt to connect with her skull. There was real force behind the intended blow; enough that blood from his re-opened wound was flown in little ruby droplets into the air, scattering about them.

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