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Sirius Revlis · 05-23-2012, 12:14 PM

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He scented her before he saw her - The sick underlying scent, barely noted above the heavy salt of the ocean and the omnipotent presence of death. Pea-green eyes sought her form, knowing before they found her with a vapid kind of relief that Larkspur had obeyed him at last, in this final command; Salvia was returned to him, and the fevered young woman came to take her correct place at his side, away from those who mourned with their wails and their tears. The snake and the tigress stood alone in their cold grief. He thought that perhaps she would cry later, when she thought he would not know - Although he had trained the monster, she would always be more emotional than he, for she was a wild thing yet. But in spite of the bitter madness within him, the King was proud of her reserve.

Movement distracted him, and wordlessly, the King turned his attention to the witches. One black as night, one pale as the moon - Garishly decorated in patterns his wicked eyes could not discern. The slave was brought forth, and although he had not known of their plans earlier, it did not surprise him to think of what Siv had in store - The red girl would be wasted in death, for she was clever with her fingers, and had been a good servant. But it was just, for she had belonged to Larkspur, and it would have driven him to anger to see the dead man's belongings squabbled over by those who remained with the living. Best she go with him, then.

He did not flinch as the knife found its place, between the slave's ribs and near to her soft-beating flesh - There was a collective gasp from those around him, some seeming more horrified than others. If they were to look to their King for a light in this sudden madness, they would find none; His face was a grim mask, neither approving nor strongly opposed, merely engraved with a heaviness that had not been there one moon ago. Flames licked the shrouded bodies, and the stench of their burning fur and flesh was barely covered by the smoky scent of a wood-fire. The searing orange flickered, reflected in his acidic eyes and the volatile lime of the sick girl.

A cry rose amongst the crackling and the moaning - A plaintive sound of pain and mourning, a wail that pierced the soul. The brooding monarch's large ears flattened to his skull, and thin pupils cut to the ebony woman, doubled over in her grief. He watched the hands that grasped at nothing, at air, at the spirit of a dead man now fading away. Black lips twitched. "Come," The husky voice spilled from his jaws, low, and in a voice that he had never used before. One cream hand moved to the girl aside him, his tall frame offering physical support. He would carry her from this place if she so needed, but he would not remain here, on this bluff, a moment longer. "Come with me, now." He would allow Salvia her time to grieve, but not here, amongst such emotional carnage. Eris was a lost cause - She would wallow and rot in her sadness. He could taste her despair from the bluffs, could hear it in the cry that would remain with him for the rest of his life.

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