what we do is secret

Sirius Revlis · 05-02-2012, 11:35 AM

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hah, you spoke too soon <33 assessment is kicking my butt! >> Word Count: 3+

Sirius by Nat

There was a time when he had known the land around this one intimately; A time when he had been young, before the serpent had developed its venom. But the mind held room only for useful memories, not the fuzzy warmth evoked by those of his youth - The world beyond this one had been far more alluring than that which had burned, a pyre of earth that spanned miles and lifetimes. Even though the King was a self-professed scholar, he knew very little of the history of those charred, sacred grounds; Perhaps, had she been a guest and he a more accommodating host, Sirius might have found great pleasure in plucking such information from this mysterious woman's mind. There was little more refreshing to him than quenching his ever-present thirst for knowledge.

But, as it was, more pressing matters loomed heavily on his horizon. No longer was he an unfettered creature, to do with his time and his loyalties as he wished - Although known to be a vain, greedy, self-obsessed creature, Sirius was well aware of the duties he owed to pack and crown. There were more than just himself to look out for, now. More than just his own hide to save, if it came to that. Thus, a pleasant chat could not be had in these dark woods, not while sinister creatures other than himself were afoot.

Her answer was direct, voiced again in that smooth, alluring tone. His ears, large enough to speak of his half-blood nature, the lineage of the coyfolk which connected him to a mad prince and a family of murderers, lifted high to catch the swell of it. Biceps flexed as his posture shifted, the foreboding scowl shifting to something more thoughtful. Suspicious though he was, the peacock monarch did not think the silver woman to be lying; She truly was a foreign thing, then. What crevice had hidden her away from his sights before? What shadow had shaded her from the goings-on of this world, his world? Has his mood not been so unsettled, perhaps the man might have spent more time admiring the moon-spun gossamer of her strange pelt, the heavy, burdened blood of her eyes. She was a rare gem, one that a less hassled Sirius might have thought to collect. Cassandra Asylum... Did he know that name? Had he ever known her blood, in the time before this one, the time of his childhood? It was unfamiliar to him now, but not trusting himself to be certain, the man remained aloof, his gaze lingering coldly on her strangely regal portrait.

Her question provoked a flattening of ears, one black lip lifting as aggression flickered across his dark, brooding features - Not directed at her, but outward, at the cool, dark night that engulfed them. "Mercenaries," Yellow teeth flashed, mentally seeking the warm flesh and blood of those he named, though his devious eyes lingered on her still. Disgust and anger welled in his mouth, and the man tilted his maw aside, and spat brashly at the black ground. Beneath his fury lingered the truth - A grief he had not yet come to name, let alone accept. "They have taken a life from me, and I would have it back," Tenfold, he thought, but did not say. They would all pay for Larkspur's death with their lives - Each and every damned one.

His stiffened posture made bandaged arms ache, and the man scratched at the bindings as the laceration beneath itched in protest. "You've not seen nor caught wind of such filth? I'd pay you well for word of them," Bribery was something that worked more often than it did not, greasing stuck maws till they flowed with the knowledge he sought. It did not seem to bother many, that their words alone could bring violent and agonizing death to another - Not when their pockets chinked with gold, or their bellies were warm with a cooked meal. That was how it had been in London, and that was how it was here; Many fools played at purity, but Sirius had seen the wicked core of too many men to hold false hope for anything else now.

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