my h e a r t is a fist drenched in blood.

Sirius Revlis · 05-02-2012, 12:14 PM

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HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM

WC (+3) Siri will take Karel. And yes, no kills in this thread - They need to be able to ride out of here, so no killing their horses either <3 Definitely inflict some damage though, and be sure to chase 'em if they run for it!

A weariness was slowly stealing over him. The wounds on the man's arms were infected; he could tell by the way they itched and ached, and by the stink that was beginning to rise from them. He had treated the wounds there himself, and done so poorly - Not allowing himself time to rest and heal, the King was over-exerted, and had not changed his self-made bandages as often as a healer might have asked. But no healer had been allowed to tend him, for Sirius was a prideful creature, and he would as soon as cut the limbs off as he would reveal the extent of the injuries to the rest of the pack. They could not know that their King was thusly wounded, not now, not when they needed his leadership most of all.

His mourning was the worst. It festered more than any of the wounds inflicted by Boreas steel. Jack-o-lantern eyes haunted him at night, and the fury simmered deep in his bones, like a fever that could not be sweat out.

Since his meeting with Ezekiel, he had been waiting. They would come again - He knew they would come again. It was just a matter of where, of when. The whole pack was on high alert, all eyes facing their thistle-lined borders, seeking shadows of mounted men and women that haunted them still. The fury within him snapped at iron chains, craving the blood of those who had killed his un-brother, his fellow bearslayer. The arbiter had been a great loss to this pack, and although unable to grieve as Larkspur's blood relatives had, Sirius felt the yawning chasm of revenge tearing open within him.

There was no recollection of what he had been doing before the call - Only the sudden release of energy as his body changed from bipedal to the huge, hulking mass of a monster. Four paws, tipped with wickedly curved claws, bit at the ground, racing towards the location of the war-yip. The woman mounted on the devilish black steed was unfamiliar to him, but even in Sirius' enraged state, he could smell the pack-scent on her, and knew her to belong to him. A terrible sound rumbled in his chest and oozed out from his maws, a low, vicious growl to chill the blood and raise the hackles. His Secui form was tall and lanky, more than half the size of the horses the invaders rode. Long stride devoured the land between them, joining the skull-marking-woman in her charge at the enemy. His feverish eyes, a volatile acidic green, fixed on the man mounted on the chestnut beast, brandishing a sword.

His black lips peeled back to reveal giant, yellowed teeth, and the mare shied as the beast collected his lanky frame and leapt for the horse's throat.

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