what we do is secret

Sirius Revlis · 04-25-2012, 08:32 PM

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damn gurl, you are speedy! >> Word Count: 3+

Sirius by Nat

It was difficult not to allow himself to become disturbed by her gaze, heavy and ladened with that sharp ruby hue. He had seen eyes such as this before; They were the eyes of a bloodline he had known well enough, throughout his life. But the connection ended there - The woman had not the blushing mark of a Lykoi across her maw, nor did she smell of Inferni, as most of them did. These signs were conflicting, and the lack of knowledge put him on edge. Sirius was a creature that relied on his wits for survival; Although tall, he was by no means the largest, or strongest brute to have walked the Northern lands. Yet, those who served him knew well enough that the man deserved his crown, for his wit and cunning were legendary amongst them, followed only by his penchant for vanity and off-hand cruelty. Salsola was a kingdom to be feared, and he, as his figurehead, commanded a similar form of respect.

It was clear that the woman had no idea, nor regard, for his identity or status. This was unsurprising - There were more pressing questions to be asked, when one stumbled upon an accuser in the dark woods.

Her voice was calm, still, but relatively pleasant to the ear. It held in its depths no threat or challenge that he could discern, and although her bluntness might have been mistaken for a lack of respect, Sirius was not so on edge as to forget himself. His usual pride and vanity had been ruffled by these recent, troublesome events - Where once the man might had lured her, charmed or spooked her, now he sought only to draw information from her. The question of her identity remained unanswered; shrouded with many more little questions. "These lands are no longer safe, especially for an unaccompanied woman," His brisk answer was dressed in a tenor voice, made husky by exertion over the past moon. It seemed he was always shouting or growling - There was little time for suave smooth-talk when one's kingdom was being invaded.

Brows rose slightly in surprise as she noted that these lands were comparatively southern to those from which she had come. As a learned man, he knew well enough of lands beyond this one, but it was rare that wanders passed through this realm that weren't from New Brunswick, or further west. His knowledge of the land much further North, from here, was limited - So far as Sirius knew, not a lot was up there to be seen.

Her latter question had the man's own gaze following suit, sweeping over the whispering trees about them, disliking the stillness and emptiness he saw. Gaze returned to her quickly, not yet finding enough trust in this stranger to leave her unobserved for long. He surveyed her carefully for a moment, wondering if the words were genuine, if she truly had no knowledge of the troubles that had been hunting him and his. Beneath his cloak, the dagger was slipped back into it's binding at his thigh, allowing for the man to then cross his arms in defensive posture. Over his pectoral muscle leapt for deep scars - The brands of a bearslayer. His expression was guarded a moment more before, in a rare bought of civility, the man spoke again. "Have you heard of the Northern pack, Salsola?" Her answer would determine which path he took; The willfulness to explain himself was often a fleeting one, and it was almost certainly due to her lovely visage. Had any other had the presence of mind to question him in such a sour mood, the answer they received would probably have been a lot less amiable.

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