A bleakness had stolen over the man, sapping him of the joy that had previously pumped through his veins. If they people of his kingdom wondered at their King's sudden change in mood, they knew better than to ask. The maniacal glee at the birth of his sons was subdued; Though, when in the presence of the golden-haired maiden who was their mother, he managed to mask the gloominess with happiness, for her sake.
It was foolish, that he pined for the golden man. But the loss of Ezekiel had deeply upset him, had shaken his foundations and made him brittle and mean once more. The bitterness in this new betrayal lingered in every line of the dark man's brooding, handsome features, making him look more severe, more dangerous than usual. The foulness of his mood clung to him like a scent, simmering in his acidic eyes and withering all those who found themselves in its path.
Frustrated with the nearness of too many questioning eyes, the Boss had taken his leave of the Ruins, and wandered the territory haplessly. He thought about retrieving his beautiful silver mare from the stables, but dismissed the idea, knowing his poor temperament would only make her skittish and jumpy. Sirius kept to his two-legged form, finding himself more in the mood for a stroll than a hunt, and hid feet took him into the forests and woodlands, where birds fell silent at his approach, and a startled doe bounded from the brush at the sight of him.
A call rose from the east, and the man's large coyote ears pricked, catching the familiar tenor to the notes. Surprise momentarily wiped his features of their scowl - Could it be? With the silent, effortless run of a hunter and a practiced woodsman, Sirius made his way to the owner of the call.
Pupils narrowed, sweeping her up and down in a quick movement, mind recalling her colors and her scent as black lips peeled back in a toothy smile. Trust Grace to appear, just when he needed a pleasant distraction! "My dear sister!" Came the King's caramel purr, his voice warm and toffee and laced with poison. Arms were held out wide, inviting her in for an embrace as he stepped nearer to her nervous form.
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