no incantations of remorse, my friend
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It was still evening when his daughter returned, her eyes betraying the worry he saw in her step. She had spoken quickly, using German as she often did around him—he encouraged this, wishing her to become fluent in the language. A strange wolf was near the borders, sniffing around with a horse. As she further described the unknown man, a startled cry had come from behind the pair. Rowan, gray eyes wide, looked terrified. Encouraged to speak by her owner, the French woman had explained as best she could that the man was the one who had brought her this far north. Furious that he would dare try to come after the woman Larkspur viewed as his property, the burly wolf had ordered Salvia to stay with the slave and keep close to the Ruins.

Taking his four-legged form, Larkspur quickly traveled in search of Sirius. He did not wish to alert the stranger to their intention, or startle him into realizing he had been spotted—for this reason, stealth was used. It did not take long for the Arbiter to find his lanky leader. Following formal greetings, the orange-eyed man explained as best he could the situation at hand. While Sirius had suggested the dark wolf go after the man himself, Larkspur had insisted he remain close to keep an eye on both his slave and children. This seemed acceptable to the earth-colored man, who asked several more questions about the area the stranger had been seen before allowing the D’Angelo to slink away into the near-dark.



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Ooc: Sorry for the PP, Kitty, but I'm hoping to get away with only one Sirius post XD <3
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He had been seated in his stone throne when the Arbiter arrived. Sirius and Larkspur had come to a private understanding, and as such, the new King was not disappointed to see the massive male with the fiery pits of hell in his eyes. Lupus form was employed, for his ribs hurt less in this form than in the other, more civilized one - With a strange elegance that fit his lanky and arrogant form well, the ocher male slipped to the stone ground and greeted the taller male with a customary nuzzle on each cheek.


Larkspur brought troubling news. A light frown pulled brooding shadows over the Boss' poisonous, mineral-olive eyes. Their depths sparked with a venom at the thought of the man Lark spoke of, parading so rudely on his border. The suggestion was given for the male to clean up this mess himself, for Sirius had little doubt in the D'Angelo's hidden aggressive nature, but this idea was politely declined in favor of keeping watch over the red-haired slave girl. So much trouble for a slave! But she belonged to Salsola, like the sheep and the horses did, and any who tried to steal from Salsola had to be punished - Brutally.


Allowing Larkspur to leave his graces, Sirius paced his throne-room for a moment, claws clicking on the cold cobblestone floor. Then, tipping back his head, the HunterKing loosed a long, wavering howl - Calling for the one known as Janos. He had kept a careful eye on the other man, who loitered quite frequently around the ruins, when he wasn't babysitting for the strange youngling known as Bastian. When Janos heeded his call, Sirius observed the other a moment with his canny gaze, pleased that the male had been so swift in answering his beckoning.


In swift, sharp tones he conveyed the problem - A loner on the border, looking to steal from Salsola, with a horse that could be a useful addition to the pack's livestock. Cunning eyes glinted momentarily, and he paused a moment, seeming to weigh his words. "Oh, and Janos... Make sure he is 'dealt with'. I don't want to ever hear of this fool sniffing about my land again." Then, waving a paw in vague dismissal, the Boss leaped back up onto his stone throne, his bobtail wagging once.


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