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Sirius Revlis · 04-13-2011, 11:09 PM

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Date: April 14

Setting: Halcyon Mountain, near the Pictou River

Time: Early morning

Character Form: Lupus to Optime

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He had been awake at the break of dawn, sitting in the grotesque maw of one of the Anathema caves. It had seemed almost ritualistic the way he had sat there, light slowly breathing life into the world beyond as he remained cloaked in the darkness.

On a regular morning, he would have met Eris an hour previous, and together they would have venture on some expedition of learning and mentoring. Thankfully, she had allowed him a few days respite from these teachings. Sirius could claim this dawn as his, and his alone.

He set off with the intent to hunt. It was a primal need to fill the hunger that settled in his hollow body - Sirius was used to having to hunt for himself, and it was an endeavor he quite enjoyed. Silence keeping comradery with the shadow at his heels, it was Sirius verse the world, and the taste of victory was sublime. As the sun broke in shattered rays over the mountain, he caught a mole, crunching on its bones and sating immediate hunger with the warmth of its blood. However, the mole was not a meal; it served only to fill his body with its rich energy, bringing his lanky form to a higher plane of life. The coywolf settled into a ground-eating lope, unchallenged by most. His lightweight frame allowed for impressive speed and endurance, key skills he would need when hunting his favourite prey, the mountain hare.

There was competition there. Both animals strove for survival, and the hare was a worthy opponent, with its big ears and long legs. Only the cunning hunter could snare the mountain hare, and Sirius was proud to declare himself a Pro at such huntings. His search for a scent took the youngish male beyond the borders of Anathema, but this was alright also, for it was rare to find anyone else haunting the mountain these days. Having found a scent, he tracked it dutifully. There was a brief, exhilarating sprint when at last the small critter was found - Bounding over logs and around boulders. When at last the steel trap of his jaws secured on his prey, the familiar burn was racing through his frame. Lungs heaving, the ocher male killed the animal with a quick shake of his head to snap its neck, cutting short the terrorized screams that had fallen on deaf ears. Once again, he was the winner.

Placing the limp bundle of fur before him on the ground, Sirius shifted. His body trembled and elongated, fingers sprouting from paws, spine shivering and crackling into a new position. Once bipedal, Sirius picked up the hare and slung it absently over one shoulder, shaking out the long dark locks of his unruly hair. Faint sound of rushing water alerted the handsome fellow to the nearness of a river, and he headed lazily towards it, wishing the skin the small animal for its pelt before eating it. However, Sirius was a picky and cleanly soul, and the thought of skinning without water nearby to wash the gore from his hands was unappealing.

Sage River Lykoi · 04-16-2011, 11:51 AM

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Sage didn't know why she was here again. Her sisters had been convinced that the place was damned, cursed, that they shouldn't come back. If Razekiel had been here, he had left long ago. Still, she wandered it; the girl had nothing much else to do today, and it did have a nice view, after all. Her heart was not set on finding her father today, though, but only exploring. The air was warming, and there was no snow left here, at the bottom of the mountain; the ground was soft, though, and Lennon's feet created small trenches as he walked.

It was easier, traveling on horseback, and now that their borders had expanded, she would certainly need to make at least a mental map the the territory. Though, Inferni's borders didn't matter to the wandering girl as much as others did. Still, she would find them. No matter that she was outside of those new borders, now. She'd passed Ezekiel's marker not long ago, but still drudged up the base of the mountain, almost unthinking as Lennon took her across the land. As she was often found, a joint rested between her lips, from which she took infrequent puffs, as she remembered it was there.

Was it just the high, or did she smell blood? Snapped to attention, Sage's yellow eyes searched the landscape. She saw nothing immediately, but continued on. As they moved, though, another, albeit light scent hit her nose, and instantly her muscled tensed, aware and unsure whether to continue. Anathema, she thought. Sage knew that they weren't an entirely bad group; she's met Demi, after all, and she was nice enough, to certainly strange. Theodore had intimidated her, but he hadn't attacked, and so maybe she would be safe.

As she followed the scent, it grew stronger, accompanied by the sound and scent of moving water. She hadn't explored this area before, and so a river was a new landmark; Sage wondered vaguely if it ran down into their new territory. Slowly, she came upon it, constantly, warily turning her head this way and that to be sure she wasn't being tricked. The river was wide and rather slow, and she directed Lennon parallel to it, traveling north. The scent of blood was stronger than the pack's scent, and Sage wasn't sure whether to be thankful or frightened. Why was an Anatheman out this far, anyways? Brows furrowed, she pushed past a bend in the river, several small clumps of bushes and trees giving way to reveal a man there, ahead, kneeling beside the water, cleaning something. There, she stopped to watch him, to see what he was doing. It seemed like it was a harmless act; was he cleaning a pelt? She was vaguely interested now; she didn't know many that skinned their prey before eating it.

"Hello, there!" she called out softly, still wary, taking only a few steps closer to the similarly-colored man. He looked familiar, almost; he looked like a coyote, a bit.

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Sirius Revlis · 04-16-2011, 10:39 PM

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His senses rewarded him with the sight of the river, at last. The sun had truly risen now, and it filled the air with a welcome and gentle warmth, and the entire scene seemed serendipitous. Enjoying the solitude, far from the somewhat frustrating members of Anathema, the mocha male sat on a boulder near to the running water and began to skin the rabbit.

It was a somewhat messy ordeal, as he had no knives and only long, wickedly-sharp claws to work with, but Siri was skilled in this area and he did so as neatly as possible. Retrieving a rather nice strip of fur from the carcass, the male then set the meat on the stone where he had been sitting and moved to the water's edge. Kneeling beside the cool rushing liquid, he retrieved a sharp stone from beneath the icy spray and set to word shearing the messy remnants of flesh from the hide with firm, practiced strokes. The scent of the skinned hare wafted alluringly toward him, but the hunter was patient, and he would reward himself with eating it after this deed was done.

He had a small collection of rabbit furs, back in his den in the caves. Having no sewing skills to speak of, the male would simply continue to gather them until he could find someone to darn them into a blanket or something useful. For now, they lined his sleeping nest rather comfortably.

The babbling of the water and the downwind direction of their approach offered the suddenly appearing pair an upper hand of surprise. It was the vibrations of the horse's hooves, accompanied by a delicate voice just breaching the sound of the river, that alerted Sirius to his company. Apple green eyes, suspicious but not cruel, were quick to survey the girl and her steed - The sharp rock still held in his fist a moment more. However, he lived by a certain code of behavior, and striking a woman with a sharp stone tended to go against that.

He rose slowly, the dripping pelt still in one hand. "Well hello, miss," Came the dark tenor tones of his voice, smooth and casual even as sharp eyes assessed her. The scent of Inferni pervaded his senses, but the male displayed no sign that it alarmed him. Gaze flickered over the beast she rode - He was no stranger to horses, but this one was rather large, and the thought of being on the receiving end of a pummel from those hard hooves was unappealing. He remained where he stood, not wanting to startle the strange lady or her mount. Hands rose to show he was unarmed, the sharp stone being dropped back into the water with a plop. A crocodile smile assured her of his innocent intentions. "What on earth is one of Gabriel's doing, all alone on this dreadful mountain?" The question was posed innocently, but there was a deep curiosity in him for the girl with the alluring wavy hair. Rumors in the pack suggested that Inferni had recently shifted their borders - The mountain was now Anathema's land, whether they marked it or not, and surely the girl knew it was unwise to wander up here?

Sage River Lykoi · 04-16-2011, 11:19 PM

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Sorry it's short, I wanted to reply though. :> WC: 307

Despite the distance and noise, it seemed he'd heard her. The man stood, slowly, the remains of the dead creature, it's skin and fur, in one hand. The other held a sharp, heavy rock that the girl eyed warily.

"Well hello, miss," he started, friendly enough.

Sage remained silent, but dismounted Lennon carefully, cautious. Once she was on the ground, she turned back to him, and hand running over the horse's mane and giving his ear a quick, reassuring scratch. Really, though, the hippie child was more worried than the horse. She trusted he would not wander, and took a single step forward.

"What on earth is one of Gabriel's doing, all alone on this dreadful mountain?" he asked with a grin after dropping the offensive-looking stone back into the river, where it belonged.

Breathing a sigh of relief and realizing there weren't many other readily available weapons, she approached slowly, a vague smile on her own face as she inhaled a healthy cloud of smoke from the joint between her thin fingers. For now, she would trust him.

"Looking for something long lost, love," she called back wistfully, her voice rising to meet the noise of the river. She stopped at a comfortable distance, slightly less than a yard away from him. "What about you? What will you do with that?" she asked, inclining her head to the still dripping pelt, now realizing that the liquid was tinted bright red, the scent of the animal still strong and lingering.

She was curious, after all; if this stranger did anything like what she did with her pelts, perhaps they might trade. Maybe this way, she could help Inferni's relationship with Anathema. Even now, she sported some of her own creations; a rudimentary, naturally tanned leather skirt hung gracefully about her hips, stopping just short of her knees. It was a simple piece, tattered and frayed purposefully at the ends, but she liked it.

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Sirius Revlis · 04-16-2011, 11:42 PM

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What a strange creature she was! Cool, sharp eyes appraised the girl curiously, noting her wariness but strange desire to trust him. Not many would dismount and approach, regardless of the appeal he assumed his handsomeness and easily amiable appearance generated. Somewhat of an egotist, Sirius knew some of his strengths to lie within his striking appearance, although he had never relied on it so heavily as to draw in such a pretty catch.

And oh, she was a pretty thing, all adorned with what appeared to be human-craft clothing but on closer inspection was tanned leather hide. Perhaps she was good at the craft he pursued? Siri was adept at skinning and preserving the hides, but his real talent lay in hunting the creatures. The crocodile grin remained, showing slightly yellowed incisors that had seen much use in the coywolf's moderate years of age. He was nearing his prime, but it would be wasted without much direction from the pack.

Her words drifted back to him on a puff of what he could only assume to be marijuana. The lads in London had dallied in such things, but Sirius much preferred a clear head. Strange things happened when he wasn't in control of his mind, scary things - On many occasions, the male had presumed to see ghosts and creatures of the after-world that still clung to this one. It was not an experience he enjoyed, especially as it made him feel crazy, as those he had told had branded him to be. Such flaws were best kept close to the chest, or they could be used as a weakness.

The girl's wistful tone was not lost on the handsome male, and his face drew itself into an alluring portrayal of sympathy and false concern. He had little cares for her troubles, but a vast interest in herself - She was a delicate, enticing creature, so different from the hard-edged females of Anathema, and this allured the male. "Perhaps I have seen what it is you seek?" He replied to her cryptic statement. The Fae's interest was drawn to the skin in his hand, and the male's sharp gaze followed her to the dripping fur, then darted back to the lovely straw eyes, "I don't suppose I know, but it seems a waste to ruin it... I'll keep it with all my others, I guess," That cunning toothy smile brightened handsome face again, his clean hand lifting to try and add some order to the unruly dark locks that fell over his eyes. "What is your name, lady?"

Sage River Lykoi · 04-18-2011, 09:03 PM

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Their comfortable distance allowed her to finally get a good look at him. Despite his scent (which did made her nervous despite all of her upbringing), he was a handsome thing. His fur was more dingy than hers, but his eyes held a strange power, and she felt herself staring into those emeralds for longer than normal. As he spoke, she looked away for a moment, realizing that she may have been being rude.

"Perhaps I have seen what it is you seek?" he asked, but she shook her head.

"I doubt it love," Sage replied, bringing the joint to her lips and inhaling with a grim smile. "Daddy's been missing for months," she finished, exhaling the smoke, eyes averted to the river.

Sage would be glad to keep conversation away from Razekiel; her heart was still tortured over his absence, despite Micah's assurance of his murderer status. The hippie girl cleared her throat, looking back at this strange new man with revived attention.

"I don't suppose I know, but it seems a waste to ruin it... I'll keep it with all my others, I guess," the sand-colored man said, his own bright eyes falling on the fur as hers did.

"I like to sew with leather; make things out of it," she said lightly, corners of her mouth turning up as she pointed to the skirt round her slim hips. "It's not very hard to learn, you know," she cooed. Sage's voice rose with her eyebrows, and she took another step closer, holding a small hand towards the pelt, hoping to inspect it.

"What is your name, lady?" the bronzed man requested.

Her half-lidded, sun-colored eyes met his again, and she smiled, as if she'd forgotten. "Sage River Lykoi. You can call me Sage." Placing the joint in her mouth for safe-keeping, she offered a slim, limply held hand for a greeting. "And who are you, Anatheman mister?"

Sage was intrigued, as she often was by new interactions, but this was different. He didn't seem to have the hostile air that she felt was projected by the few she'd met from that place. Demi had seemed alright, but there was something a bit strange about her. Theodore had been very simply intimidating for Sage, and his aura had seemed dangerous. The tanned Lykoi girl hoped that her first impressions would to be accurate.

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Sirius Revlis · 04-19-2011, 10:42 AM

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She was adamant in her denial of his expressed wish of hope, and explained unknowingly many aspects of her personality. Daddy issues, huh? Emerald eyes sharpened keenly. Such a pretty flower she was, so delicate-looking; A morsel for the harsh mountain to devour. This was no place for a damsel, massive steed or not. Emerald eyes lingered on her blushed face, and those delightful gold-spun eyes.

He spoke nothing more of her father, sensing to topic to be less than favorable with the young woman. He gentle banter pleased the dark male - Something homely to the spin of her feminine voice, her sweet scent. He decided to humor her with a rarely patient temper, for he was, of course, a gentleman. Or, that was what he would have them all believe. Sharp apple-green eyes were calculating and callous, hunter's eyes, and they would suggest something more dangerous than languishing and disheveled appearance portrayed. "Is that so? How clever you are," He mused, tenor tones smooth and warm for her benefit alone. Benign smile lured the girl closer, and she held out one elegant hand in greeting, as though to share a dignified shake.

"Sage River Lykoi," A princess of the bluebloods? How interesting. Moving to take her limp, delicate palm in his own unbloodied one, Sirius bowed elegantly to her, dipping maw to gently kiss the top of her tawny palm. Sharp eyes lingered on her face, and the crocodile smile returned. "Charmed to meet you," Came the suave purr, the masculine ebbs of his voice emanating civility. Straightening, the male chuckled to her title. It intrigued him that she knew the scent of Anathema - Who else had she met within the cult-pack? It explained some of the wariness she had initially displayed about him, although that could also be common sense. It was best to be wary on the hungry mountain. "I am Sirius Revlis," Swelled the charmer's dark tone, his eyes appraising her still. "Will you join me for a meal, Miss Sage?"

Sage River Lykoi · 04-23-2011, 03:07 PM

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Sage took his vague compliment, but elaborated no more. She was not so dense not to realize when someone was not interested in what she was saying. And it didn't matter; she didn't want to talk about leather-working anyways.

The smile remained on her face as the stranger repeated her name, dragging out her surname with interest. He must know, she thought, unsurprised. "Mhm," she mumbled softly in affirmation. The Lykoi name stretched farther each day. Anathema was close, sure, but Sage didn't know the names of it's occupants, save for two or three. Should she be impressed, or worried? For now, she would keep a little of each.

"Charmed to meet you," he said. His voice was smooth and pleasant, and Sage would surely not deny the chance to hear more of it. A curious brow rose as he took her small hand in his own, bowing as he brought it to his lips with gentle contact. "Oh my, how very charming you are, indeed," she cooed in dreamy tones, smile creeping widely across her face.

Small fingers reached up to brush chocolate locks carefully away from her face, sun-colored eyes finding his captivating jade ones. The hippie girl took the last puff of the joint she'd been working on.

I am Sirius Revlis," he introduced finally, "Will you join me for a meal, Miss Sage?" Sage paused for a moment, considering it. Her stomach gave a grumble, clearly trying to persuade her, and she conceded. "Alright, then," she said cheerily, "That's very kind of you."

His question had been innocent, by her assessment, and Sage saw no reason to deny him. Still, she knew she should not be so trusting. He didn't seem to carry any weapons, though, and she did have a horse. With a glance to Lennon, she called him over to her. The horse obeyed instantly, though his movements were quite lazy.

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"Where shall we sit?" she wondered, glancing around for an appropriate resting place. It was not ideal to Sage to eat standing up. With Lennon following nicely behind her, Sage passed Sirius, floating off towards a small clearing several yards away. It seemed as though it had been created for this purpose; a felled, in tact log resting outside of what looked like the perfect spot for a bonfire. She wondered briefly if he might want to cook the meat, but did not mention it.

"This spot is nice, over here," she called out, waving a hand for him to join her there.

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Sirius Revlis · 04-24-2011, 11:02 AM

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His actions had the desired effect on charming the beautiful young woman. It seemed he had not lost his touch with the fairer gender, although such gentry hadn't been used since his suave days in London. The women there had been free and loose, or stiff and cold, with little range between depending on their family and circumstance. Sage River seemed to fit in neither of the two categories - She seemed to whimsical, far prettier than the Faes he had known over the ocean.

Perhaps it was her coyote blood. He had an affinity for the sleekness of her features, finding them appealing. His own mixed blood offered some of the same - A little more refined than the wolfish harshness and bulkiness that suited others well.

She considered his offer for a moment, but he knew it to be won when a small rumble came from her stomach. The man straightened, releasing her delicate hand with a lingering sort of regret. The Fae's delicate words confirmed her assent, though, and the disheveled Revlis man rewarded her with another sharp crocodile smile. She called her beast, which came obediently, seeming to sense no malice from Sirius. He had heard that prey animals often had that ability; some sort of sixth sense that alerted them to the insincerity of one's heart. The idea irritated the man, who had a fondness for labelling them as dumb livestock, little more that items to be purchases and dealt with suitably.

In some regards, he could hold the same opinion of Luperci. Eris' slavegirl often came in handy, and she was to Eris as this horse was to Sage. It was not a concept that troubled him. Each individual was born with a purpose, and some were simply born to serve others. He was born to Hunt and to Lead, and she - Sirius did not deceive himself with wondering at the Lykoi princess' purpose. Why fate had crafted such a pretty face had yet to be seen by lime eyes.

She moved away to search for a suitable sitting spot, and Sirius took the raw hare-meat in the hand not holding its pelt. He had decapitated it earlier, but the head had little meat on it and had been discarded for the ravens and scavengers. The dark man followed the wavy-haired girl to her chosen log, and put the pelt on it before turning to survey the area. Had he been eating alone, he would have devoured the rabbit raw, but in such lovely female company it seemed only prudent and civil to cook it. "Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable," came the smooth tenor tones, but lime eyes did not look to her just yet. He found a long enough stick, and used it to skewer the meat. He would use it as a spit, on which to roast.

The man had brought a flint, and after swiftly gathering together some dried tundra, sat crosslegged and began the arduous process of lighting the small fire. The flint sparked, but did not yet create the small embers he required. Above the sound of the stones striking together, the dark stranger spoke again. "If I may be so bold, you intrigue me, Miss Sage," The refined gentry words were offered to her with a brooding glance from sharp Hunter's eyes, and he paused a moment to smile at her before resuming striking the flint. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

Sage River Lykoi · 04-26-2011, 07:07 PM

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Of course I don't mind! Tongue Blahh, I wish I could write better dialogue. >< WC: 540

It was something of a relief to be able to relax and have dinner with a stranger. Of course, Sage wouldn't make a habit out of it, but being treated like a lady made her body flush with warmth. He was charming (perhaps too much so), and Sage would not miss the opportunity to explore the depths of that trait.

A characteristic hazy smile fell over the girl's face as lazy eyes turned to see the handsome stranger following her, raw, dripping meat in tow. A nice, albeit small meal would be perfect right now. Sage welcomed a distraction from her true purpose on this mountain; one she had very nearly abandoned altogether. Really, she'd left meaning simply to wander, but her feet had taken her here. Once on the mountain, Sage could not turn away from the chance to look for him again, but there was a weight in her heart that told her if he had been here and wanted to see them, he would have. He would have known they were here. By now, their scents were everywhere.

Such dark thoughts clouded her mind lately, and though she tried to force them out, they still managed to occasionally plague her. The hippie girl forced her mind into the present, because it was altogether more delightful, exciting, and happy.

The tanned girl sat when he requested it, her body gracefully lowering to the makeshift seat. Curious eyes stared quietly, watching the dust-colored man as he gathered a long stick, spearing the hunk of meat with it. Sage had grown up around many cooks, although she herself was not so great at it. She'd tried, and she may try again, but for now she was content to let him make the preparations and handle the flames.

He returned, and began working on sparking up a fire for their quaint little meal. "If I may be so bold, you intrigue me, Miss Sage," he began. Striking green eyes found Sage's own, and her heart fluttered a moment as Sirius offered his own pleasant smile to her. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

His request was modest, as she bowed her head with a falsely shy movement, corners of her mouth tilting upwards. He was quite intriguing himself. Sun-colored eyes watched the man work, impressed with his skill and knowledge. Sirius seemed very well matched here, in the wild; calculating, intense eyes and strong, skilled hands worked to prepare their meal. He'd even been the one to catch it. A hunter, maybe. Sage thought to herself, Like Ezekiel.

"You may be so bold, Sirius," she returned in a jokingly light tone. "What might you be curious about?" she wondered. Sage didn't think she was such an interesting person; her life had been mostly normal in her own mind so far, and she was really quite happy with that. Despite the disappearance of Daddy, she now had all of her siblings, save one, nearby. Surely that was a good thing. "You could say that Inferni is my home," she offered, wondering whether or not such boring details would be interesting to him. "but really I belong to the Earth. I go where I please. Where She pleases." she mused, moving forward as the small flames started up, inching her cold hands closer to the young, hot flames.

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Sirius Revlis · 05-13-2011, 11:01 AM

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The girl obliged him, as Sirius had instinctively known she would. It was very infrequent that his abilities failed on the minds of others, and less still that they enjoyed his company regardless. Although seemingly absorbed by the task of lighting the small fire, the Revlis man's attention did not wander from the seated damsel.

She was a curious flower, so prettily made, and yet so filled with a sorrow and an intellect untapped. It dismayed him to see wasted potential - For where her words were flowery and fragrant, Sage's eyes shone with an intelligence he could recognize. Smart girl... I wonder...? As he alluring voice swelled in his large, coyote-esque ears, the hybrid male smiled lightly to himself.

The coyote Fae lightly mocked his gentry tone, but surprisingly, the dark man didn't mind. Something about the girl in question made it difficult to find flaws within her. As she spoke, his fingers found sparks and dry fodder, and by the time she had finished speaking Siri was sitting before a gently crackling fire. Taking the crooked branch on which the rabbitmeat was skewered, the disheveled hybrid shuffled the meat into place above the licking flames.

Turning back to Sage, he absently dusted his hands together. Serpentine eyes of piercing ivy and dull olive watched her curiously, hungrily. "It has been a long time since I stepped foot in Inferni," The man approached as he spoke, and although his tones were conversationally light, the strange brooding expression he wore so handsomely warned of deeper thought. "They were a hot-blooded lot, then. It seems time changes all things," The charming smile returned, and he wondered with a calculative lust if there was any of the spitfire within this apparently docile girl as there had been within her distant kin.

The rabbit crackled away on the fire, crisping steadily.

Sage River Lykoi · 05-14-2011, 04:37 PM

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The small girl made herself as comfortable as possible on that abandoned log, shifting her weight and messing with her few pieces of clothing. Eventually she settled, her ankles gently crossed as she leaned forward slightly, warming her cool hands in the growing, spitting flames. Yellow eyes watched his hands, and then turned to his face, wondering just what was going on in the mind of the handsome man. What was his intent here, with her? Hazy eyes narrowed briefly in thought, a smirk growing on her face before she moved her attention. The meat was crackling now, and the scent it gave off was heavenly. If she hadn't been hungry before, she was now.

Her eyes closed as she took another deep breath of the intoxicating air; she couldn't be sure if the meat was the only thing that attracted her. Sun-colored eyes opened slowly and settled on him again; he spoke of Inferni, and Sage remained silent, watching him closely as he neared her. The dust-colored man wore a charming smile, and she couldn't help but return it.

"Not all things," she said simply, voice soft as she stared into the flames. Inferni may have seemed less belligerent, but they should not be underestimated. Sage knew this; those who held back now did not do so by choice. Gabriel's followers were loyal and obedient, but given the chance to fight they would surely not hold back. "It's not as different as you may think..." she admitted, almost warning him. She really did not want to talk of these things right now; weren't they here to enjoy a meal? She would prefer to keep away from political topics, for now. "But let's not talk about that; why don't you share with me, too? What sort of creature are you, Sirius?" she asked curiously, brows raised, her tone lightening as her lips settled on a slightly seductive smirk; he wasn't the only one enjoying himself. She, too, liked to watch. But it was his turn to talk, now.

"I sure hope you're a good cook," she said softly with a grin, eyes dancing between his face and the quickly browning meat. Pink tongue licked her lips quickly, hungrily; it smelled marvelous.

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Sirius Revlis · 05-19-2011, 07:47 PM

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The woman's warning was not lost to Sirius, who noted the strange tone to her lyrical, lovely voice with an air of mild surprise. She spoke thickly of Inferni, a topic that slid from the tongue like war and made little haste to command attention with its name alone. But nor was the Revlis man a fool - Tactical by nature and by blood, his canny eyes narrowed on her a moment, a deceptively light smile cloaking the fearsome cunning of the mind behind it. There were rumors of Inferni's growing weakness, of unease within the one solid clan. Soon, he would have to pay a visit to the sacrilegious soil, and seek the man known as Gabriel to confirm such whispers. Any flaws within the militant pack were indeed to be noted.

But such thoughts passed quickly, quicker than the lingering flash of his sharp yellowed teeth. For the succulent maiden's tones welled forth again, pleading no more to be spoken of her home and her blood. The girl was bright, and followed her request with another - She sought to know of he? The Hunter paused, eyes watching her hungrily, albeit warily. The question was not one he received often - Sirius was rarely questioned at all. Those he wove his puppeteer string about were more often than not content to reside within the male's elegant cream palms, willing for him to play god. He thought, as so often he did, of Eris; The crocodile smile returned.

With a lackadaisical air, the man meandered to where Sage sat, before seating himself rather near to her frame. However, eyes were drawn to the crackling flames, and no further signals of seduction were given. "You wish to know what creature I am, little bird?" The Revlis man appeared to find to amusing, and the corners of his slanted eyes crinkled in cynical humor. "Very well. I am a Hunter," Peridot gaze returned to her again, drawn by the prettily blushed maw as they were to the flames. Pupils swelled, drinking Sage in. "Perhaps one of the best, if modesty would allow me to make such a claim," A low chuckle greeted such words, and he leaned closer to her, "The creatures of his mountain know me well, little bird. They fear the Hunter, as perhaps you should," The last was given in a whisper, but he abruptly pulled away, rising to stalk in that arrogant stride back over to the small fire. He removed the stick and kicked dirt over the flames, careful to be sure that they were dead before turning back to the damsel. "Come, the meal is ready."

Sage River Lykoi · 05-20-2011, 09:56 PM

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Sorry it's short! :X

A Hunter, he explained, as he slithered his way over to her. He was close, and Sage felt her fur rise slightly, goosebumps covering her arms momentarily. Her own half-lidded eyes stared back at his emerald ones, curious. Her body swayed closer to his, feeling his eyes on her. Sub-consciously, she straightened, feeling the appraising look and wishing to gain more of his attention. Sage's bright eyes stayed locked on his, trying to see past that calculating, serpentine exterior. He interested her, but she was unsure quite why.

Sirius leaned in close to her, whispering praise for himself that left Sage compelled and wondering. Fear him? Should she really fear him? If she should have, she had already made a mistake. "I am a creature of this mountain, Sirius, and I do not know you; tell me, what do I have to fear?" she asked in an equally sly mutter, a slight curl to her lips, slowly blinking as her head swerved to watch him move. She adjusted her position now, no longer feeling the comfort of his warm body. Still, she was captivated.

The forest child had nearly forgotten her own hunger as the Hunter called her to eat. Her attention turned to the meal, excited and eager. The meat had browned wonderfully and it's strong scent hung thickly in the air. With graceful motion, she rose from her seat and moved beside him, eyes flickering between the man and the meal.

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Sirius Revlis · 05-24-2011, 01:42 AM

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thats rokay, ilu c:
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His words did not seem to fear her, which for a moment thrilled the male. Many females were easily repulsed by the serpentine hunger to be found in his hard eyes and his silver tongue, should he allow for them to see and hear it. But the tawny girl, this Sage, seemingly had a boundless curiosity for the Hunter. How foolish that could have been - But she was not his prey, and he had such a weakness for beauty that perhaps he would have shown mercy even so. For all his misgivings, Sirius was not a monster - Merely a driven man.

At the moment, he felt driven toward her, but she was merely a distraction. A pretty thing shining in his peripheral vision - Something to admire for a while, perhaps, but not to be dissuaded by. She did not fit into his plan, not at this point in time, and the cunning male was forced to remind himself of this again as her lovely golden eyes met his once more.

She challenged him with her question, and the lean, dark male did not answer for some time, apparently mulling over his answer. Holding the stick with the skewered rabbit, he ripped off one crispy limb and held it out towards the girl, taking another for himself and stabbing the stick back into the ground. "Well now, let me see," His yellow teeth glinted at her a moment before being lost in the meat of the rabbit's leg. Juice dribbled about the male's dark goatee, but he fastidiously licked his maw clean. Cleanliness was clearly something very important to the order-bound, organizational Hunter. "What has a pretty girl like you to fear from any dark stranger she meets on the mountain?" He took another sharp bite, but his posture was relaxed, conversational. "I suppose you should fear the unknown. Everybody else does."

Sage River Lykoi · 05-24-2011, 10:56 AM

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Weird post! Sorry I responded so quickly. xD I'm low on Sage-threads, I guess. WC: 381

Perhaps Sage didn't have a good reason for being unafraid of the stranger, but her instincts told her that, while certainly odd, he was not an inherently bad creature. Those, she had become fairly good at noticing, and she certainly avoided them when possible. This man, though, was one of few who had really piqued her interest since her return to these lands. There was something about him that she just couldn't pinpoint. And being the sometimes dangerously curious Lykoi that she was, Sage just had to know more. He was a hunter, yes, but what else? What was behind those reptilian eyes?

She seated herself on the ground beside him, able to smell the Sirius offered her a chunk of crispy meat, which she gladly took between gentle fingers. She sniffed it once-- it smelled so good-- before sinking her own still-white teeth into the meat. It was juicy and tender; cooked just right. Mirroring his action, her own tongue darted out to collect the juice spilling into her fur; she wasn't afraid of it lingering there, but she wanted to savor every bite of this meal made by the stranger. Some of Inferni may have scolded her for eating with an outsider like himself, but she was unafraid of the meal; it did not taste wrong or tainted, and he was eating it, too, after all.

He posed another question while her mouth was filled with rabbit. She quickly chewed and swallowed it, offering a shrug and a vague smile as an answer. Fear was relative; she was trying to overcome it. Fear the unknown, he suggested, but she shook her head lightly. No, why would she do that? "It's useless." She replied simply. "There is so much unknown; I don't want fear to own me, Sirius. What kind of life would that be?" She added, taking another bite and smiling through her closed, chewing mouth. A life of fear was certainly not one that she wanted to lead. "No; I embrace the unknown. I even search for it, sometimes." Her bright tone was not ignorant; she knew the dangers, but chose to overcome them instead of hiding from them. Life was filled with obstacles, and she was ready to overcome them all, no matter what it took.

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Sirius Revlis · 05-29-2011, 02:38 AM

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sage posts make me happy~ finish soon?
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She accepted the food blithely, apparently trusting in his nature such that the meal was taken without suspicion. This may have aroused some form of dismay from his calculative nature, but Sirius new from the look in the coyote's sweet but surprisingly intelligent golden eyes that she had assessed the situation, and deemed it safe enough. For a moment, he watched her eat, entranced by the ravenous and yet dignified way in which she savored the cooked flesh. Cold, hungry eyes narrowed with that familiar serpentine intensity upon her. She was not prey, nor was she Family - But Sage was an interesting figure nonetheless, and the enigma of the mysterious Revlis man had begun to enjoy her gentle bantering.

Her reply pleased him, and the sharp smile returned, glinting dangerously in the wan light. Although he had given her no true reason to fear him, the Hunter was indeed not a creature to be taken lightly in one's stride - He emanated a thick aura of cunning and danger, an assertiveness that hinted at an ambitious lust for power. Although somewhat lean, as was his skinny but unknown father, there was a strength to the man that pulsed in his frame, shone through in the cold light of those acidic olive-green eyes. The wicked hungry smile lingered a moment more, before being sheathed in civility and the air of gentry he so apparently adored. "Quite right you are, dear girl. Quite right." Came the pensive swell of an unintentionally seductive voice, tones laced with youthful thoughtfulness as he gazed heatedly at her. Such a pretty specimen. Such royal blood.

A light shrug was given, and he absently tossed the bone he had been gnawing on over one dark shoulder. "Inferni is lucky, to have one who is clever and beautiful. I hope they don't waste you, lovely Sage," A forbidding darkness came to his expression, brooding in the way it so often was. Dark, unruly locks of hair fell to temporarily obscure his intense gaze. Soon, Inferni, and by connection Sage herself, would know of him in a different light - When Kingdom came, and when the dark Hunter was crowned in thorn and thistle. He rose abruptly, leaving the rest of the hare skewered. Again the male's gaze clung to her, with whispers of that dangerous, sensual hunger. But he smiled gently, grimly. "The morning waxes on too fast for my liking. The land of Gabriel should have you back, safe from the dangers of this mountain." In a strange way, it was a goodbye - Sirius had grown restless, and his peculiar hunger for her was slowly slipping from the cruel fist of control in which the male held it. He did not wish to be foolish and romantic at such a time, not when to much unknown to her was at stake.

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