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Sirius Revlis · 06-17-2012, 12:17 PM

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Late afternoon, passing Isabella's den on the way to the coastline :3 >> Word Count: 3+

Sirius by Nat

The heavy pelt hung sat about his shoulders and dropped down, like a pair of dark wings furled at his back. The weather was not truly cold enough for the bearhide cloak, but Sirius had donned it anyway, expecting the eventual nightfall and the salty winds of the coast to bring with them the bite of the northern cold. Temperature here was as fickle and unpredictable as the land itself, and while they had been relishing the current mild warmth, Sirius knew that the weather could turn into a snapping beast on any whim.

He left his chamber with hesitation, but necessity. While the Revlis man was a severely overprotective new parent, he was also ferociously independent, and the desperate need for solitary time in which to gather his wayward thoughts had been clawing at his insides for days. The tranquil afternoon air was docile and fresh, and the monarch breathed it deep into his lungs with a contentment he had been unable to shake since the birth of his sons. His sons! Clover had given him heirs to the throne of Salsola, and the chemical changes within him had resulted in an out of character cheerfulness that had frightened the slaves and his subjects almost as much as his more common glower.

The man walked with the silent step of a hunter, but allowed his path to meander pleasantly throughout the Ruins, appreciating not for the first time the beauty of the lands he had chosen on which to build a kingdom. And a proud kingdom they were, now equipped with battle-scars. Salsola had defeated its first enemy - the first of what he assumed were more to come. It was the nature of this land, the nature of the beings that existed within it, to breed conflict. But his people, his hardy, cunning Northerners, had tasted victory, and he did not doubt that they would be able to do so again if the need rose.

A vague, old scent caught his attention, and the man's head swung in direction of it, tossing his dark locks about sharp toxic eyes. The scent belonged to a woman he knew well, a woman he knew intimately, and it occurred to the king that he had not checked up on Isabella since they had fought side by side to drive back the Boreas invaders. Of course, he knew she was well enough - Word would have traveled up the serpent's sly coils if not. While Sirius rarely interacted individually with the growing number of his subjects, he had eyes and ears all over this land, and more often than not knew of their current status without discussing it with them.

Still, in this rare amiable mood, it pleased the man to follow his dark nose, heading towards the dwelling of the female. "Isabella?" Came the rich, succulent purr of his voice, inviting and poisonous, "Are you home?"

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