Won't let the sun wrap its arms around me

Halo Lykoi · 06-08-2011, 05:45 PM

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As always, I fail at starting threads 8D ENJOY

The russet lady’s eyes traced the remaining explosion of blush at the very end of the horizon without impression. Nothing was beside the ordinary, and though she was unhappy about the current flow in her life, she knew better than to complain loudly anymore. Things could always be much worse, she knew this first hand. But she could not enjoy the sunset, at least not while Inferni’s distinctive borders were so far behind her. She did prefer to remain close to home, though she did occasionally take smaller trips around the nearby territories, which were usually free of wolves.

There had been rumours of another pack, now to the northwest of them. It seemed they insisted on surrounding the lonely coyote clan. But little hostility had been registered lately, except for the loss of a young member, though that incident was growing more distant for every passing day. She knew so little, but she hadn’t known the boy well. She knew where she could find more details, but she loathed the other individuals that led the clan.

She would continue to trail the coast until she reached safe ground once again. It was a shame she hadn’t started out sooner today so that she could reach the outskirts of the newly established pack to snoop a bit around. But she did not wish to venture close to another pack together with the decreasing light.

Sirius Revlis · 06-14-2011, 09:58 AM

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Darkness had begun its descent on the world, but Sirius Revlis was not afraid of the dark.

The man was a Hunter, and the splendid carnage of the setting sun pleased him. Olive eyes looked fleetingly to the bleeding hue in the West, back over his shoulder from where he had come. Salsola - Beloved and mighty, if new, had planted its wicked roots in the rugged wilderness there. The land of the Thistle King was harsh, but it too pleased him, as few things seemed to these days. He had traveled along the coast, seeking no company and finding none. The patrols gave the Boss a respectful distance, and he crossed the dangerous border into free land without hesitation.

Although frequently loathe to leave his lands, the new ruler found himself desperate for travel. Perhaps he would use the time to hunt - Although this was hardly necessary, as there were now many paws and fangs willing to hunt for their Alpha. Being thusly waited on pleased the vain male at times, but he did not wish to become complacent; The skills of the Hunter were keen indeed, skills inherited through cold, royal blood, and honed in the desperation of survival. His youth had been a difficult one, but it had made him hard and lean and cunning. Cleverness was indeed the male's most redeeming feature, for while he was extraordinarily fleet of foot thanks to elegant paws and long legs, he possessed no bulk or muscle to fight his way to the crown. No, Sirius Revlis was a man primarily of the mind, and his wicked wit had served him very well.

He wasn't aware of when he began tracking the woman, only that he had. Something about the scent she left intrigued him - Inferni was dominant, and that alone should have disinterested the King. His only business with Inferni was soon to be had with its leader, not some peasant that licked the feet of Gabriel de le Poer. However, for some time the whisperings of weakness within the infamous Clan had reached the male's large coyote ears, and his wolfish desires probed him to seek more information. Salsola had to be protected, and Anathema was already deemed stable - Naniko had the man's trust. But Inferni, their nearest neighbor, was also the most dangerous.

So he tracked her, diligently. While perhaps four legs would have suited this cause better, the man retained his civility in the form he desired most. Free of the heavy bearhide cloak he had taken to wearing in Salsola, his movements were purposeful and unhindered, possessing a strange combination of the coyote elegance of his father, and the wolfish effortlessness of his mother. Seeking the end of his aimless hunt, Sirius melted between the shadows of the pines, his olive eyes glittering with that strange, fearful intelligence. The trail here was stronger, although its creator was surely a creature of light movements, for she left little evidence of her passing.

Unaware of how close he was to the end of the trail, and perhaps arrogantly not bothering to disguise the sound of his own footfall, the Thistle King neared his quarry, abruptly breaking into view behind her.

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Halo Lykoi · 06-26-2011, 02:39 PM

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Herp a derp <3

The absence of ash on the wind would always make her feel slightly emptier whenever she was away from home. When did she turn into such an easily disturbed personality? The fire in her heart remained vivid, but she couldn’t walk on the tracks it wanted her to follow. While could create life, it was best suited to kill and destroy. She wanted to be violent, but she also wanted peace. Perhaps the strong strings of youth could be manipulated and amended to help her serve a greater cause. Life was a difficult journey with only a few scattered treasures along the way. She would forever thirst for the dreams that would never be real, but the fever had to be sated before she burned to death.

At least the salt was something she recognized, and she inhaled the freshness of it with some contentment as the world darkened around her. But Halo had never feared the dark, not even after she discovered that monsters were real. She wished to be one of them after all, and while she feared many things, she did not want to be afraid for fear itself. So her elegant motion did not suffer with the knowledge that she was being followed. Her footsteps shortened slightly and her pace suffered the effects. Crimson eyes of a dominant predator took off to scout the darkness, though the approaching hunter did not disguise himself with silence.

The sweet song of her one and only loyal companion caressed her mind and gave her peace. ”Do you wish for death?” The exotic woman wondered, her silky voice genuinely curious without the heavy weight of an angry threat behind it. Was she arrogant to announce her superiority so easily?

Sirius Revlis · 06-26-2011, 09:36 PM

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It seemed the woman knew she had been tracked - No surprise loitered on her exotic features for his sudden appearance. The man stilled his forward motion, meeting the rare ruby red of her eyes with pleasant recognition. Lykoi blood; She was of the royal coyotes, a princess of the clan and no less. Always, the hue of such eyes gave away such connection, but unlike other fools, Sirius did not fear it. The Monarchy, he knew, was crumbling - With it, the stability of Salsola's greatest threat.

She spoke, such glorious tones whispering with the threat they voiced. Unable to resist, a crocodile smile split the maw of the Thistle King, and his yellowed teeth glittered coldly in the dying sunlight. "Only for my foes," Came the smooth response, tenor tones laced with the poisonous charm they so frequently carried. Daring to take a few steps closer, the Revlis man crossed his arms over his chest, half covering the wicked scars of the bearslayer that rose across his right pectoral.

The woman was captivating, but Sirius' relaxed posture was not to be mistaken for trust of complacency. His father's blood boiled with the paranoia, a suspicion of all creatures that had kept the umber male alive thus far. His pupils narrowed sharply on the woman. Perhaps she was a spy, sent to discover more about his precious Salsola - But something about her emanated more importance, more danger, than a simple spy. Such creatures were easily dispatched. "Who are you?" A blunt question not befitting of his wicked silver tongue, but a strange coldness was settling in his gut, freezing the crocodile smile into a sneer.

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Halo Lykoi · 07-01-2011, 09:33 AM

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Herp a derp <3

It was with controlled intrigue ruby hues watched the male rising up before her, born from spring’s shadows, too gentle and dull compared to darker seasons. His first response harvested nothing from her. They were well chosen though, and the echoes of her smirk lingered by the corners of her lips. His smile was not pristine white as hers, though the visual response from her was lightly appreciative from her side. Did he wish to see her blood run cold through the grass? What a strange thought to harbour. He was her enemy by default, and she wondered if her view was shared.

He asked who she was, and the brilliant sparkle in her eyes changed into something darker. ”Can’t see why that’s any of your business..” She didn’t want to deal with monsters in the dark, especially not those with yellow crocodile smiles. ”Why are you following me?” she added, maintaining her loose cool and disguising any truth.

He was from the new pack, wasn’t he? She had already established a degree of hostility, but decided to find out before she was to chase him away with the twin sword. Would Ezekiel frown at her inability to forge friendships between the clan and the nearby groups of wolves? Gabriel had to know what he had done by placing her down by his side, but what about the arrogant traitor son that so recently had risen to sit on the throne?

Sirius Revlis · 07-01-2011, 10:37 AM

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It was rare for him to find a woman that held such presence. Sirius was no masochist - He placed no importance on gender, only on value, on presence and worth. The worth of women seemed most frequently to be only of aesthetics, purposeful only as pretty things to adorn his life with. There were a few exceptions. The black witch, she who was held closest to his shallow heart; The Kimaris banshee, temptress and mystic. Few others were given respect, but in fairness, such could be said for both genders.

Sirius played a cold game, and kept his cards close. It was better that way. He constructed a family through force, through the binds of blood, tears and thorns. But much as he sought this perfect utopia, replica of the happiness that had been taken from him as a child, he could not trust them all, not truly. He could never trust them.

Samael's son was like his father in many ways. There was a light to his eyes that bordered on the preternatural - Unlike the sheer madness of the man before him, Sirius had constructed barriers and walls of determination and the vile, ferocious intelligence that kept him alive in the midst of so many black-blooded heathens. Perhaps they saw the slightly demented edge to his brilliance, that genius that brought with it inclinations of the unstable, remnants of the royal blue blood that ran in him still. But to know such things about oneself bordered on the impossible, and such incestuously deep thought led only to weakness and self doubt. Sirius could afford neither of these things.

But perhaps, the small kindling of self-awareness drew him closer to the wild thing before him. She was immaculately crafted, a perfect design, a beautiful specimen. His cunning eyes could appreciate the violence that boiled and churned deep within her own, concealed by a thin-lipped half-smile and a bladed calm so similar to his own. She was armed, and his narrowed pupils graced the weapon - He feared not the metal blade, but the woman who possessed it. There was nothing to fear from lifeless objects, such as her sword, or his slaves.

On his upper thigh was a hunting knife, strapped there with binding made from dried and tanned deer intestine. It was a weapon made for short, unexpected combat - Hunter's combat. It would do him little favor in a fight with the woman, and he held his simulated, relaxed posture.

Her voice rewarded his probing, and the Thistle King allowed himself a dark moment of pleasure. "I intend you no harm," As she had his own, Sirius evaded the warrior's question, his gaze cold and detached. He could not allow the strange fervor within him to show - Something about the woman greatly thrilled him, but she was far more deadly than the bear he had faced in the mountains. He sensed that if he ruined this moment, another would never arise; Could he track her again? Would he survive this interaction to do so?

Surprisingly, for he was in possession of no outstanding bravery, Sirius was not afraid. His arrogance did not shield him, but it was not this that kept his fear at bay - It was the strange sense of excitement that raced in his blood, something he had not experienced for a long, long time. "Do you know me?" It was a strange question, asked hollowly. Maybe she was familiar to him; Maybe he knew her, or someone like her. Unable to resist, the new King stepped closer, his motions slow and easy as though stepping nearer to a wildcat. Palms rose upwards to show that they were bear and free of weaponry. "Perhaps not, although I do not doubt that you know of my pack," The crocodile smile returned fleetingly, a ghost of sharp yellowed teeth that momentarily twisted his handsome face into something darker.

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Halo Lykoi · 07-01-2011, 04:50 PM

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The poison woman was acquainted with other optimes wielding weapons and knew, just like the stranger before her, that a blade’s intent as well as mortality depended on the hand that held it. The Centurion had met her share of ridiculous wolves, and while she was not great at verbal interaction with other parts, she could usually read others by observing their body language and their plain, stupid faces. The man was a hybrid, an impure wolf with ears too large for it to be a coincident. His eyes were of a green that could hold a woman’s attention for several long moments, and she too was captured for a sparse moment. She did believe she was faced with a deadly predator, though she could not tell if he would strike with poison or claw.

She found his responding words funny, but only her eyes laughed. ”Oh, don't worry, I can't think of a reason why I should fear you,” she smiled, entertainment running thick through melodic tones. She refused to fear anyone. Fear ran frequently in her past and she wouldn’t let this negativity ruin her future. She would never experience eternal sunshine, but she had to learn to appreciate the good days as well as the bad.

Her face moved to the side in response to his odd question. Should she know this odd fellow with such interesting marks running down along the side of his chest? However, when he spoke such words she couldn’t help but ponder. Perhaps there was something to his features. She found them handsome, without realizing partly why this was. She did appreciate what she saw though, but her mind made it all less attractive to ruin interaction. Sparkling rubies traced the crocodile smile as she replied, satisfied to have the subject willingly rise so quickly. ”Do you belong to the newly established pack to the far west?”

Sirius Revlis · 07-02-2011, 03:23 AM

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It was enthralling, to finally find a creature with a canny likeness to he. In truth, Sirius knew precious little about the woman - She was Inferni bred, most probably Lykoi blood. Gabrielkin? It was difficult to be certain. But those ruby eyes of hers spoke where placid mask did not, and he was spiked with thrill to find them hesitating upon him.

Her dry humor was scathing, but Sirius took the insult lightly, shrugging it off with an eloquent gesture of amiability. Few new the danger of the Hunter - Skills kept tightly leashed. But perhaps she saw it fleetingly, the potent poison within his eyes, for the wildcat had yet to resort to anger or fear.

Any negative response to his approach was clearly covered by the woman's interest in his pack. The bait he lured before her, knowledge and thus power, was quickly snapped up by an angled head and sparkling rubies. The question, voiced smoothly but clearly with much intent. It was obvious then to the Thistle King that his pack had, indeed, been partially responsible for her traversing so far from the skull-lined borders, and it pleased him to know that Salsola held intrigue.

Pupils narrowed, thin slits of ebony suspicion that lingered, almost invisible in their depths of flat and poisonous olive. However, the charming smile remained. For a moment, he allowed silence to fall between them, contemplative of just how much information should be given to this woman. There were strict guidelines governing the secrecy of Salsola - Both for its defense, and offense. But he was Boss, above the laws that bound his beloved Family, and she was more than a mere pawn, he could tell that now. "No, I do not," Came the cool drawl, tenor tones sly as the male began to edge around her, moving to circle so that eyes might rove more freely over the woman's perfectly constructed form.

"Rather, my dear-" Another sharp smile, and this time his eyes glittered with pride, dark fringe falling in disarray to temporarily obscure such venomous sights, "- it very much belongs to me."

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Halo Lykoi · 07-09-2011, 06:44 AM

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Ruby gaze followed the male as his body fluidly changed into movement; slowly starting a circle around her as he spoke. Her demeanour did not change to display her displeasure about the predatory role he had just taken on. She was a natural killer as well, and a bloody good one according to her beliefs. His size outmatched hers, of course, but she was a snake with limbs, gifted with reflexes matching a feline’s fine yet deadly grace. She would keep her smile attached to her face for now and enjoy the attention while she had it. Her attractive smile only grew as he corrected her in such a delicious way.

Eyebrows rose, though certainly not in awe of this man. ”So I am in the presence of a King?” sweet tones asked, empty of any doubt. She recognized his arrogance well, for she herself was a victim of this that could be considered flaw and skill, depending on its strength and nature. She could be sweeter than this, certainly. The hand wielding the sword was somewhat lowered. She should have no reason to fear this man more than any other creature. She’d listen to his silver tongue as long as it entertained her.

Sirius Revlis · 07-12-2011, 10:09 PM

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His gaze ravaged that which he saw, fiercely bright with olive venom and feverish intelligence. It occurred to him that the wildcat would be able to defend herself far better than he would be able to attack her - Although there was, at this time, no urge to do such a thing. He was a Hunter, not a warrior, and the difference lay in surprise. Regardless, large footpaws continued their smooth circling gait, leaving grooves in the soft mulchy earth where large claws pierced the surface.

Her ruby eyes followed him, never once breaking contact. Brows rose to his witty reveal, but not in meekness nor in awe. He had given her a glimpse of rare truth, and information was always power. She had the weapon of knowledge now, but this did not scare him. The Revlis man wore his arrogance well; A vanity that sat handsomely in the dark brooding shadows of his lanky, lean form. The woman's question-not-question amused him, and yellowed teeth glittered in a Cheshire smile once more. "Does that please you, darling Infernian?" Civility cloaked his silver tongue, a charming tone that barely concealed the simmering presence of the Hunter beneath. There was desire within him for the strange woman, but desire was not something he succumbed to. More, the hunger for information - That strange thrill that alighted within him at each indrawn breath of her smell. Secrets rustled in the air about the ruby-eyed wildcat, and he craved them all.

The Thistle King stopped his pacing before her once more, his smile withdrawn in favor of a more contemplative, thoughtful expression. Inferni held the greatest threat to his beloved Salsola, but that did not mean he could take no pleasure from its inhabitants. One creamy palm was held out towards her, and should she take it, a kiss would be bestowed on the back of the woman's fair hand. "Give me your name, so I might be able to properly tell unbelievers of the siren I tracked," It was almost a command, but voiced with such syrup and poison it might have seemed otherwise. She was indeed a siren - A creature born to lure men to their own deaths. Wariness warred with the excitement in the man's olive eyes.

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Halo Lykoi · 07-18-2011, 05:57 AM

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Thick eyelashes framing bloody sunsets fluttered, slightly, utterly charmed by his delicious way of words. There was nothing to lose for her here, and she would do well to remember that, even if intern strings shook with foul memories. Her slender muzzle dipped slightly -- nodding, as a not-so-innocent smile took possession of her dark lips, though only for a moment before she lifted her face and let slender fingers brush away stray strands of auburn locks. His demeanour was more polished than her own, but it did not leave her hanging behind, and she found some of her old self peeking out through shards of shattered glass.

This did please her. As he finished his round, the hungry steel blade had been returned to its dark sheath, its hunger unquenched. The katana was not what made this woman dangerous, and she would have to trust in her own abilities. Lessons were to be learned today. He suddenly reached out with his hand, palm faced up, though her steady gaze remained with him, this handsome, unpredictable snake in a wolf’s skin. The fingers that had so carefully tended to her locks now curled against her smile, and as her gaze dropped from his; completing the appearance of young shyness. The remaining hand of copper and cream settled against his though, for the disturbance of her trust would not favour the man; she’d make sure of that.

A younger version of her might have reacted, though the Centurion did not care enough to think twice before giving out her name. ”I’m Halo,” she smiled, realizing even after two years, the irony of her name still brought forth a mental frown. She desired his as well, but the question was not asked through her voice, but through the glittering pools of crimson seas set in her eyes.

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She was as skilled as he in the art of manipulation, and although he saw as much, it was difficult not to be lured in by thick lashes and coy smile. The woman was a maneater, and the devil in her bleeding eyes proved as much. However, he had never been a creature to shy away from the sinful, and lust for this strangely familiar beauty curled within him, even as the King sought to control it.

Her fingers, a rich caramel hue, were placed delicately within his own elegant cream. Slowly, his venomous olive eyes never once trailing from those of bewitching ruby, the man lifted their joined hands to his bearded maw, and placed on the back of her palm a gentle lick. Tongue was fast to slither back between sharp yellow teeth, those horrible weapons which glistened like daggers as he salivated.

The Thistle King's inquiry pulled softer tones from her, sweeter now that he might have believed. Her beauty and charm were so swift to rise that they might have startled him, but Sirius had begun to thoroughly enjoy this bizarre and deadly game they played. Standing near to her, touching her, was like admiring the glossy scales of a viper. Beautiful, so beautiful, until she struck.

"Halo," He breathed, husky tones oozing charm on the exhale. Narrowed pupils watched her still. Halo Lykoi, for she was one of the blue bloods, he'd have bet his life on it. Her hand was held still, reluctant to release even such a small form of contact. The Hunter's gaze trained hungrily on the siren's features. "A name for a name - I am Sirius Revlis," The shark smile flickered, lighting the dark brooding lines of his face. The grip on her hand sought to tighten, warningly, but not painfully. "Tell me, beautiful Halo, what were you doing so far North?" Spying. He wondered who would have died if one of his border guards had found her, and was surprised to find himself hoping that it would not have been the red-eyed lady.

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Halo Lykoi · 08-04-2011, 07:57 AM

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There was an impulse to withdraw her offered hand the moment he leaned in to offer his courtesies, but she chose not to act on it. The rabid dog was quick to bite, but it was a moist kiss she received in its place. But, of course, this was no ordinary stranger she had met, and the treatment he received from the usually so malevolent woman was definitely extraordinary as well. The charming tones were well received, and very effective. She found herself unusually willing to tag along, and that with a smile far more genuine than she would have expected.

But he didn’t let go; held on to her slender hand. Scarlet gaze had risen to his face again, though fingers curled slightly to allow cat-clawed fingers to dig into the thin layer of fur by the base of his wrist, though not with a force enough to pierce his skin. Royal blood should never be wasted unless there was reason for it, and Sirius’ manners made her most reluctant to think such unkind thoughts.

He asked what she was doing so far north, and her smile continued to curl upwards. ”Am I in trouble?” she wondered, allowing her pleasant gaze to drop only slightly in a deceitful appearance of mild regret. Her eyes rose to his again, sharp as the colour they possessed, white teeth winking at him as she presented her answer. ”Curiosity, I suppose. We’re quite interested in our new neighbour.” Halo seldom bothered with the wolf packs in these lands, but now, with her hand held by the new group’s king, she found herself heavily intrigued.

Sirius Revlis · 08-16-2011, 07:39 AM

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Hers was the grin of a Cheshire cat, playfully dangerous as she toyed with his attentions. Ebony claws nipped lightly at his wrist, and the King did not for a moment doubt that they could have drawn plentiful blood had the siren so desired. Her whimsy was what held him so close, and so intact - If it were shattered, if only slightly, he knew his situation would be a much more perilous one.

While the male did not underestimate his own talent, Sirius was a Hunter, not a Warrior. The two rarely did meet, but her talent with fang and claw was surely far swifter than his own. The Revlis man relied on his silent feet, his cunning mind - The kill was little more than a goal, something clinically desirable, but not done without meaning. He had learned the value of life, had honed it through the practice of slavery he and the Family preached. What was the value of this ruby-eyed hellion? He dared not wonder, for the lust of the wealth of owning her was enough to drive a hot-blooded man mad.

Her tone, husky-sweet, venom-honey, rasped between glinting white teeth and simmered in his blood. "Trouble is in you, lovely Halo, but I shouldn't think it to be the other way around," He mused lightly, tone frivolous with seduction, wicked with syrup and other such wickedness. Her honesty was amusing, and it provoked a tentative chuckle from the man. He withdrew his clasp of her hand, raising cream-gloved fingers instead to stroke thoughtfully at the dark tufted beard that dangled from his angular chin. Narrowed pupils, massed as they were by poisonous olive, watched her keenly. "Be that as it may, Infernian princess, my followers do not take kindly to being observed. Curiosity can be a killer, I daresay you know," Once more his eyes lingered on the hilted weapon she carried, that silver dragon-tongue known to cleave warm flesh from cold bone. A mild shrug accompanied the subtle threat to his words. "But no harm has been done here, has it? I shouldn't like to part with such a beautiful maiden on sour words. I've a charming reputation to uphold," A dark jest, for his reputation would spread much fouler than the likes of this interaction. With gracious tone he nodded forgiveness to her, accompanied by an unusual flourish of the hand, elegant but strange actions in this world of barbarians.

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Halo Lykoi · 09-04-2011, 02:31 PM

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It wasn’t often such encounters could tempt forth a smile, and it was quite rare for it to be genuine. It wasn’t the male she was teasing with an ebony claw. How strange it was to stalk so close to what remained unknown to her. She gained pleasure from the game itself though, and didn’t want it to extend into something more. Glittering pools of blood sparkled in laughing eyes, though she turned her heated gaze away as the man’s next words sounded in attentive ears. She adored the sly silk in his seductive tones.

His hand pulled away from hers, and in lack of a better motion, fingers lifted to brush through dark locks ripe with healthy shine. The remaining arm moved to support her elbow, leaning against the upper part of her ribcage. Eyes watched his rougher fingers fondle the tufted beard, and the simple smile became something much more intriguing. She learned that Salsola was likely to treat their trespassers as poorly as Inferni did. She liked that, and nodded at his words. ”Of course, I wouldn’t want your patrols hurt,” Her voice was softer than it should be, but it was important to exclude any possibility of threat from her voice. If they were a bunch of fools suffering from paranoia, she wouldn’t encourage it. Not with this handsome hunter.

She remained still as he bowed, but she was slightly offended he would wish to leave so soon, for his words hinted as much. But yeah, no harm done, she decided. Perhaps she would find a moment to impress the sour faced Ezekiel about her knowledge of the north-western wolf pack.

There was only one seed of weed buried in the exciting garden. She wasn’t at their borders, but she did believe she could catch a whiff of someone that she could never exile from her heart. But she wouldn’t want to think about him. She’d rather listen to this voice that said she was beautiful. ”No harm done,” She smiled, wondering if he played so well with every individual he encountered. She rather hoped not. ”Your reputation is quite safe,” She ensured him, wishing only to reach out to get to touch the relaxed curls framing his masculine face. ”I’ll be pleased to report back to Inferni about our lovely, handsome neighbour.” He had played her well in any case, for she couldn’t find it in her to throw up a hostile frame.

Perhaps it would be different once she turned from his handsome face. She certainly hoped so.

Sirius Revlis · 09-10-2011, 08:25 AM

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She was a dancing flame, and he knew himself to be the dazzled moth, circling a little too closely to tongues of fire. While the sizzling of heat within his blood told the male of his own desires, he knew far better than to allow them free reign. Chaos was a beautiful thing, the chaos of passion and lust most of all, but self-mastery came from such a deep and steely resolve within him that each calculated move conveyed no more, and no less, than his manically genius wit intended. Although not large of brawn nor fearsome in battle, the Thistle King was a true mastermind, and he played this verbal game with splendid ease.

It seemed that such canniness came naturally to her, too. The siren was a perplexing creature, but Sirius would not become so enthralled as to allow himself to forget the warm blood within her eyes. She had the marks of a sinner, the ruby-red so familiar that he had surely seen it once before...

A slight shake of the physical head discarded such pointless thoughts. Her sweetly barbed reply was rewarded with a lean, crocodilian smile, hungry at the sharp tips of each yellowed dagger. He would not argue such odds, for she was quite possibly a deity amongst warriors, and her prowess was not something the Hunter wished to experience first-hand. His tactics were much fonder of string-pulling, the invisible forces of the psyche that were so easily commanded once one knew how.

With a presumptuously dramatic sigh of relief at her reassurances that his reputation would remain intact, Sirius allowed a warm space to part them further, knowing if he did not that the temptation to burn himself on her heat could become great enough to scald, in itself. Temptation was a well-known foe, and one he battled constantly; Such was the punishment for a creature so enamored with beauty, that it was suggested he loved little more than his own cold reflection. "Report as you will, darkest angel," Came the succulent croon, his eyes flashing once more at her, "Let your soldiers beware the land of Thistle, for I have no doubt that they've not your beauty, skill, nor charm, and would thus not fare as well,"

With gaze still lingering on her with famished intent, the barbed monarch began to melt back into the darkness from whence he had manifested. "Till we meet again, darling Halo," Came the faded words, and then he was no more than another soundless shadow amongst the pines.

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Halo Lykoi · 09-14-2011, 10:26 PM

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Unfortunately for the dancing flame, the moth was reluctant to be burnt by her sparkling embrace. Instead, she had to watch the distance between the two increase without mercy. Hungry, blazing hues of boiling blood stared hungrily at that handsome face. The irksome longing in her fingers increased as he continued to move out of reach, but the delicious Revlis King had no right to see the full scale of the woman’s greed. Her nostrils drew in his scent and that of Salsola, listing up the characteristics from the western lands.

Oh, she should have felt somewhat satisfied with what she had learned, but appetizers couldn’t soothe anything. It was the main dish she wished to dig her teeth into. But he wouldn’t allow himself to linger.

A mere nod was all she seemed to offer the poison man, though several more long moments passed after his disappearance before the royal female turned her gaze away from the spot where he had melted into the shadows. Fingers played with the soft silk of her half-skirt, mourning the lost possibility to touch more. Who the fuck did this man think he was. Laughter tore through the forest’s tranquil grace, and the woman turned to head home. Until we meet again.

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