for the night is dark and full of terrors

Siv Helsi · 05-07-2012, 10:35 AM

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It was apparent to Siv, as it was undoubtedly to anyone, that Sirius did not trust her. This was wise of him, and she respected him for such wariness. The Hearg had been slower to realize what they had formed, slower still to catch her, and she understood why now. Her destiny had brought her here, where power was within her grasp.

Another smile was offered at his question, but she did not humor him with a response. Instead, her body moved as if on his command. She undid her cloak with a faint motion, loosening hidden leather thongs, and hung the massive leather and feathered thing upon an impressive rack of antlers. Nude from the waist up, her broad hips flashed with metal as she moved. The chains served a purpose well enough, though the true beauty of the skirt was in the thin, almost fabric like leather she had tooled for it. A paler purple than the cloak, it trailed behind her while the imitation of feathers covered her groin. The mastery of combining the belt and skirt had been a genius idea, and she quite favored the style. It afforded movement without compromising the garment, and protected her fur from unwanted exposure when riding or seated upon bare earth.

She returned with a metal pot, scavenged from the city to the north, half-filled with water. It was positioned over the fire, hung on a makeshift stand fashioned from bone. Almost as quickly she was moving again, though her voice carried through the room now. “The name of our enemy is Boreas. The Inferni leader—Ezekiel—he spoke of them as if he knew them. They have come to war not for conquest, but for blood.” Dark hands turned over leather packets, sorting through herbs. Several were mixed into a wide bowl best suited for Luperci drinking. A jar of amber liquid was pulled forth and from this a small amount was added. Only one was prepared.

“I think,” she went on, and returned to the fire. “This will only end with death. If one worships a god of such practice, he will not rest until the debt is paid.” Satisfied by the heat of the steaming water, she gingerly poured it into the bowl. The scent of mint filled the air, along with subtler hints of lavender, chamomile, and below this, honey. Siv bent to offer this to Sirius, dark hair tumbling from over her shoulders.

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