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Sirius Revlis · 07-07-2011, 10:12 AM

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Date: 07 July

Setting: Borgata Xicohtli initially / neutral territory on the other side of the Pictou river, and then probably back to The Ruins!

Time: Afternoon/Nearing Dusk

Character Form: Optime

Other: Hey bb! I am just assuming that our previous thread finished the day prior to this (yesterday derp), and that Sirius told her to pack her things and meet him on the border the following afternoon. If there is a problem with this, let me know! C:
PS: THIS is the stally Sirius is riding. Daisy, eat your heart out! :3

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Hazy sunlight filtered through thick pine coverage, dappling the man and the beast he rode as they entered its depths. The ebony stallion picked its way carefully through crumbling and rotting leaf-litter, each step proud and yet somewhat nervous. The man astride its strong back sat stiffly, his body still rusty and re-adapting to the sway of the equine's steady steps. When he had ridden in London, it had been fleetingly, and never with much skill - While the Hunter much preferred to prowl this dark land on his own silent feet, pride maintained that if Gabrielson of Inferni could master such a talent, then he too was more than capable.

His muscles remembered enough to keep the increasingly unruly nature of the stallion at bay, but little more. Even now it danced skittishly, disobeying the Thistle King with jaunty steps and a tossing head. Knowing by now that the only way to calm the beast was to waste some of its impressive stamina, Sirius grabbed a fistful of the stallion's silvery mane, and loosened his hold on the leather reins. At once, the horse was off - With fluid grace it galloped, impressively surefooted on the dangerous terrain. With adrenaline racing through his veins, the Revlis man snarled silently, succumbing to the terrifying freedom such speed brought.

The dark pair raced between growing shadows, invisible but for the flash of silver mane and hooves, and the glint of yellow teeth and poisonous olive eyes. However, the trip they made had purpose, and even as the gurgling of the Pictou river reached his ears, the Boss was eagerly anticipating of what was to come.

Suddenly, the rushing waters were before them. Sharply snapping back the reigns, Sirius roughly jerked the young stallion to a halt, snarling his irritation as it flattened its ears and reared slightly. Once the beast had calmed, they headed upstream until the waters became pebbled shallows, slow-moving enough to cross. With a little goading the ebony horse plunged into the cool river, shying as it lapped at his belly before triumphantly lunging over to the other bank. Hooves clattered on stone as the pair breached the slight incline, before Sirius pressed his mount into a swift-moving trot.

Pictou had marked the border of his territory, and now the Thistle King could do little but wait. Darkness would rise to claim the sky soon, but he had never been afraid of the dark - Eagerness was quick to ward off what annoyance may have arisen from the menial task of waiting. Glad for the opportunity, the tall, dark man slid from the back of the stallion, holding its leather reigns in one hand so that it would not stray. Then, tipping back elegantly large ears and raising his maw to the sky, Sirius uttered a low, wolfish call. Come to me, little bird. Come now. Olive eyes, heavy with arrogance and an increasing impatience, lingered on the treeline around him. She would come - His strings were pulling her towards the spiderweb that was Salsola.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 07-08-2011, 12:14 AM

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Word Count → 512 :: That works fine! Thanks for starting this. Also, that stallion is a total babe. Daisy's new boyfrand, wut? :o

The Inferni child could hardly sleep as thoughts of the nearing day tumbled through her head. The mansion seemed all but still, only the sound of the breeze fluttering through the garden outdoors and the occasional creak of the aged foundation tempted to disturb the girl’s thoughts. Though she lay quite comfortable in the room that had overtime become hers, she knew that tomorrow she would be giving up her claim. She was to see the brooding man’s kingdom, and the little bird doubted she’d find her way back.

The room was quite bare once Clover had packed together her belongings. Most things fit snuggly into her knapsack, while others had been left behind for someone else to stumble across. She had scribbled a small note in case any of her siblings came searching for her; she had neglected to tell them anything of her plans. It told them not to worry for her, and only that she had decided to move further along the edge of the bay. They would understand, wouldn’t they?

Daisy greeted the girl with a playful toss of her head, and she hummed soothing words to the mare. "The King will take care of us now, dearest Daisy. You’ll see. It’ll be lovely." The familiar purple weave had been draped over Daisy’s broad back, while Clover shouldered the rest of their things in her knapsack. There was more – particularly all of her precious plants in the greenhouse – she had not brought, but she could not find a way to easily transport them. They were gifts to Inferni now; they would not go unused or forgotten, she was sure.

Once past the pike-lined borders, Clover could feel a weight lift from her petite frame. A hand ran reassuringly along Daisy’s broad neck and she cooed soothing sounds. It was here, just beyond the territory of the coyotes, that the young Lykoi found the smile highlighting her features blossom into something entirely radiating. Her journey to the new kingdom would be one of the longest she could remember, but the anticipation building within her was something of beauty.

When the pair had traveled beyond where the abandoned, dilapidated shack sat, Clover knew it wouldn’t be much further. The calm between heart beats decreased and she urged Daisy forward with a quickened pace. Soon pale yellow eyes would dance along those dark, handsome features and the boy would show her the wonders of his kingdom. She would leave behind her family for this new place, she was already sure, and her wings would stretch and carry her away.

Even upon the wind, his voice still held that alluring velvet she had come to depend on. They were almost there and soon she would be his. She did not answer his call aloud, though Clover’s mind whispered, 'I am coming, love.' And when straw yellow eyes did finally fall upon the dark pair waiting for her by the riverside, a strange swirl of emotion played beneath her ribs. With another soft pat to the mare’s neck, Clover spoke softly, "We’re here."

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Sirius Revlis · 07-08-2011, 01:19 AM

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The forest around them grew still and silent. It could sense the presence of the Hunter, and the little animals that might have made magic of the dense flora were absent. This day, he had not bothered to cloak his presence, as he might have were he hunting or tracking. It bothered the Thistle King little whether or not the forest new of his presence, for she was a forgiving mistress, and would allow him to seek prey in her depths another day. All that mattered now was what olive eyes sought - The object of his current obsession, the manna for his increasing hunger.

She emerged like a wraith, a beautiful ghost between the dark pines. The girl rode a horse round and splendid like the moon, an animal that moved with as steady and calm grace that likewise radiated from its mistress. The stallion stopped his prancing and grew very still, eyes pinned to the creature with the beautiful white pelt. Sirius did likewise, but he was more careful to hide the wicked pulse of glee within. A Cheshire smile curved slowly about maw, yellowed teeth glinting in welcome as the ebony stallion reached his quivering nostrils out as far as his lean, long neck could go.

Forgetting his annoyance with the beast, the Revlis man stepped closer to the splendid girl, holding out his hand such that she might use it to dismount. Her hair was radiant sunbeams, as he remembered, crowning a face so beautiful so as to make a weaker man crumble. She was the prettiest thing that he had ever owned; a jewel in the Thistle King's crown. "Clover," A soft greeting that hissed from his silver tongue, pupils narrowing hungrily on her, "You look-" Delicious... "Radiant, as ever," His praise was cut short by the stallion, who had awoken from his apparent shock to prance closer to the ivory mare, tossing his silver mane. Sirius tugged sharply on the reigns to call the horse to order, before turning his gaze back to the blue-blooded maiden. "Do you have your belongings?"

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Clover Love Lykoi · 07-08-2011, 01:49 AM

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Word Count → 308 :: <3

The young Lykoi woman could not quite put a finger on what it was that made Sirius so alluring to her, and yet her heart had been sent into a feverish pounding as soon as pale eyes set upon him once more. He was very unlike her, though she supposed the sentiment that opposites attract was true. While he was a lovely man to the eyes, their similarities stopped there. The King’s spirit was much darker than Clover’s could ever be. Little did she know it was this simple fact that built her up in the Revlis man’s eyes.

Hardly having to direct her, Daisy brought the two to the King’s side. Upon the offer of an extended hand, Clover released entwined fingers and grasped for the warmth of his palm. "You’re too kind, love," she spoke coyly, easily falling away from Daisy’s back as she had done countless times before. Though it was clear the dark stallion at Sirius’ side had struck an interest in the mare, Daisy remained reserved and quiet at Clover’s side, tossing her head gently only when Clover finally left her back.

"Mhm," she hummed, her maw bobbing softly and sending the soft waves bouncing around the edges of her face. "Everything I need is in here," she told him, turning her torso slightly to indicate the knapsack still worn on her back. It wasn’t until that moment that Clover suddenly realized she had left behind her prized, pearly white guitar, but she did not let her disappoint shine through for longer than a split second. She could easily go back and get it another day, though she felt slightly guilty for having forgotten it in the first place. "Shall you show me this kingdom of yours then?" With the thistle king at her side, Clover was ready to take on almost anything.

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Sirius Revlis · 07-08-2011, 02:28 AM

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ooc: trololo, i am addicted to this thread <3

She placed her delicate palm in Sirius' larger, rougher one, and the contact alone was enough to have the Thistle King's gaze glint with hunger. He had starved himself of the pleasantries of female company, and in some sick manner, enjoyed teasing himself with their presence. It was a constant challenge in restraint and control, tested constantly as the Revlis man entertained notions of further contact with the angelic Clover Love - But always his steely resolve won, holding the beast within at bay. It had been this way with Eris and with Tlantli Kimaris, and surely, it would be this was with the Lykoi princess also.

Her dismount was smooth, her voice smoother - Such pretty notes that his ears had missed. The girl answered his question, and his eyes grazed over the small knapsack she had brought approvingly. He cared little for her items, only for herself; She proved to be his favorite item of all, the perfect decoration for his home. Black lips quirked at the corners in an unseen smile at this thought. Eris would approve, surely - She too had a weakness for pretty things, and they could not be made prettier than Clover. Perhaps Tlantli would not be pleased, but his Crone was not outlandish to damage property that belonged directly to the Thistle King. Sirius was mark his claim of the girl, and the rest of the pack would either respect of despise her for it - In any case, she would be protected from them by Sirius' favor.

At her question, the man extended his arm, so that she might take it for balance as a gentry couple may have done in an age before this one. Sirius hoarded the gentry of the extinct humans closely, using it as a mask to cover up the distasteful feralness within himself. It was for this reason that he preferred his two-legged form; It was so much more regal, more powerful, more civil. "Come along, then. It is a short walk to the border - I need to stretch out my legs, I am afraid, but we shall ride after that." He spoke without question, giving the girl no opportunity to deny his wishes. Perhaps it was arrogance that enabled him to do so, but the man's voice was flawless with charm, an act put on so well by the puppeteer. Holding firmly to the reigns that kept the jitterish ebony stallion in check, he headed westward, where the rippling waters of the Pictou river would mark the beautiful Clover's first step into the Kingdom of the Thistles.

The waters ran cool, even in the pleasant warmth of the Nova Scotian summer. Sensing that they were headed back home, to the marshy plains where he was lord, the ebony stallion began to snort and prance beside Sirius. With his gaze still lingering on Clover, the Boss smiled his crocodile smile once more. "This is the river Pictou. It is the border of my Kingdom - Beyond, the land we walk is Salsolan soil."

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Clover Love Lykoi · 07-08-2011, 02:59 AM

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Word Count → 338 :: Oo, me too bby. I am so excited that Clover is finally joining!!

With her hand clasped in his, Clover felt undeniably comfortable. Sirius was a sturdy, handsome man and there was no doubt that he could easily protect her. Just as he had been on the mountain, Sirius had once again become Clover’s savior. His strength even seemed to absorb into her palm for Clover felt slightly less vulnerable then she normally did. Oh, what a wonderful place to be.

Their clasped hands were exchanged for locked arms, but Clover would by no means protest this adjustment. Now she was held closer to his frame, enough so that she could feel the warmth radiating from the smooth planes of muscle lying just beneath that dark coppery coat. Although she did not know of the gentry of the extinct humans, Clover would be his lady, until perhaps some undetermined factor came along to try and snatch her from his grasp. Perhaps only time would tell. She did not protest his words either, merely turned straw gold eyes upon his handsome face and offered a warm smile, "Alright". After riding all day from the southern edge of Inferni’s territory to meet him here, Clover was glad to be able to stretch her legs as well. Daisy, no doubt, would be grateful for the brief time to rest as well. The mare fell in step behind them without any direction from Clover. Their silent bond was stronger than anyone could pick up on upon first glance; perhaps it was Clover’s strong affinity for Mother Earth’s creations.

The sound of the flowing water grew louder as the couple drew nearer and anticipation grew stronger in the Lykoi's bones. When Sirius began to speak once more, ears easily turned to collect the sound of smooth honey appreciatively. "Salsolan soil," she repeated softly, testing the words on her own tongue. Straw eyes looked longingly to the land beyond the river’s natural border. Clover could not hide the excitement she felt; she could not wait to finally lay eyes upon this kingdom he had lured her with.

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Sirius Revlis · 07-12-2011, 10:50 PM

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ooc: <333 yayayay!

It was difficult to remove his gaze from her. Always, hungry pupils wanted to return to the girl's beautiful portrait. Her purity filled the air around him, drawn in with each breath until it intoxicated the Thistle King's blood. He would keep her untarnished, unharmed - Inferni might rage at the loss of their princess, but now that he owned her, the Revlis man's possessive nature would fight to keep her. She was his now, as were all the Family, and nothing Gabrielson or his pawns could do would reverse this claiming.

He wondered absently if he would tire of her, but deemed such a thing unlikely. She was a beautiful doll, but mortal too, and constantly changing just as he was. Unlike the objects he had, Clover possessed identity, and this was what made her so alluring to the dark man of the North.

The river gurgled before them, its musical tones almost swallowing the gentle voice of the blue-blooded girl. She echoed his words in awe, and arrogance swelled within the chest of the Thistle King. He had a weakness for such vanity, and her guileless responses fed the peacock within. The river was shallow here, clear water rippling over pebbles worn smooth by the liquid's constant pressure. Larger rocks remained clear of the swirling shallows, forming small stepping stones across to the other bank. With the stallion's reigns still held tightly in hand, Sirius slid his arm free of Clover's and stepped out across them, the horse splashing alongside, until he was on the other bank. The man then hoisted himself up into the saddle, holding the prancing beast in check. One palm was held out invitingly, beckoning the Lykoi girl across - There would be no going back after this. She would be Salsolan. "Come, dear girl. My Kingdom awaits," The Cheshire grin persuaded, eyes glinting across at her.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 07-14-2011, 04:57 PM

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Word Count → 289 :: I'm just as excited as Clover is! Big Grin

She walked beside him, a gentle smile easily displaying her pleasure from having an arm interlocked with Sirius and being moments away from finally seeing his kingdom. It was much like a fairy tale and Clover thought of herself as his princess now, her smile turning somewhat coy when she wondered what Sirius would say if her knew of such childish thoughts. Upon reaching the water, Sirius let his arm fall away from her. Though the loss of contact was less than satisfactory, a renewed sense of excitement swirled in the Lykoi girl’s chest. She watched the King move across the river with ease, and when he finally beckoned her after rising into his steed’s saddle, Clover willingly obliged.

Daisy followed without so much as a word from Clover, though the girl did turn straw eyes upon her to signal it was time to proceed. Following Sirius’ route upon the make shift stepping stones, Clover pranced over them with the flowing grace often seen in her sister China’s steps. When she and her mare reached the other bank, Clover was quick to assume her position upon Daisy’s back.

Once again beside her king, eager eyes swept his face before turning out towards the land the stretched before them. For a moment, she was at a loss for words – unsure how to eloquently express her excitement to explore the unknown, but also her contentment by being at his side. She wanted to choose the words that would explain to him how he had become her savior, but nothing seemed to fit the moment perfectly. Instead, straw golden eyes turned upon rich candy apple, savoring the dark, handsome features of his face, and finally she worded a simple, "I’m ready, love."

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Sirius Revlis · 07-21-2011, 12:24 PM

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ooc: Slight PP, that she is riding along with him. I hope that is alright! <33

He needn't have called to her with words, for once seated in the saddle, the King was quick to see his maiden following suit. She moved with the elegance of a doe across the rocks - An elegance bred into her, decades of evolutionary perfection. Clover was as graceful as a dancer, so lithely built that it seemed she was a creature of the forest itself. No words were spoken to her steed, but it followed willingly, almost as if the horse could communicate to her through mind alone. It was a startling thought, quickly abandoned, for although Sirius was suspicious and superstitious, he was hardly a fool.

She mounted swiftly, sitting astride the giant white mare with ease. A flicker of annoyance passed through the Thistle King, for he had yet to perfect the art of Equestrian skills, and perhaps a part of him doubted that he ever would. The leather saddle he sat on was required, for without it and the bridle, the man had no manner of controlling the headstrong stallion.

Even now, the handsome ebony beast was pawing one silvery hoof at the ground, chomping his maw and tossing perfectly chiseled head. Feeling the animal's impatience flow through him, the Revlis man smiled a dazzling, starving smile at the blue-blooded girl, before wheeling Black around and giving the horse it's head. They burst into motion, with Sirius holding back just long enough to check that Clover was following, before settling into an easy canter. If he had let the stallion have his way, they would be pelting through the woods at a break-neck speed - It was much more pleasant to move at this swift, but enduring pace.

The pair headed West, sticking near to the coast. Cool, unruly winds rolled off of the restless ocean, carrying the scent of salt and freedom all across the land of the Thistle King. It was a beautiful, tragic land - Stark wilderness, with gnarly and twisted plants still struggling for survival in a land marked by its harshness. The open sky was endless above them.

It was not too long before they neared the Ruins. Pulling the blowing stallion up to a trot, Sirius turned his gaze again to the coyote girl. Even the short run had slightly changed him - There was a wildness to the man's eyes that echoed the land he had claimed, a sort of feral power held tightly trapped within canny olive. Slightly breathless, he smiled sharp teeth at the girl. "We approach my den, and the dens of those who are closest to me. This place is known as the Ruins. It is the heart of my Kingdom, and most ferociously protected," Before them, the hillocks sloped away to reveal the skeletal remains of the castle - A windblown corpse of construction that jutted up from the ground in crumbling pillars and torn chambers.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 08-05-2011, 05:16 PM

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Though no words passed between them once Clover had assumed her position upon the white mare’s back and she had acknowledged that she was ready, it did not matter. There was a certain contentment that came with having Sirius at her side and Clover felt perfectly at peace with the silence settling between them. And yet even as they did not exchange words, the world around them was not still nor quiet. The King’s stallion was eager to proceed, and so they quickly did. Daisy followed willingly, as if she knew already what was expected of her. They quickly climbed the remainder of the bank before the duo headed deeper into the kingdom of thistle.

Trailing near the coast was comforting, and Clover appreciated the feel of the damp, cool breeze as it ran through her halo of golden waves. While they traveled, she was thankful that Sirius did not try to speak with her much. Though of course she savored every syllable uttered in that deep voice of his, she was pleased that she had this time to let her vision fully absorb her new home. Though it was not beautiful in the traditional aesthetic sense, its ruggedness seemed appropriate. The Lykoi child could not have imagined a better place for the Thistle King to roam. The smell of the sea was comforting and if Sirius were to spare a glance towards her, he most certainly would have noticed that Clover’s smile did not just find residence upon her maw, but had extended into her other features – most noticeably, her sparkling, wide eyes.

It was when there was a slight change to the scenery that Sirius slowed his stallion, and Clover allowed Daisy to match his step. Coming along his side, Clover looked expectantly to her King. His dark locks were windblown and his olive eyes twinkled with a look she couldn’t quite name. Pale golden eyes swept to find the silhouette of the castle they approached: the Ruins. Though it no longer stood with the same magnificence it was most likely constructed with during the time of the humans, it still succeeded in claiming Clover’s breath. This was not like D’Neville. The Ruins had a charm all its own, and the way it lived intertwined with nature beckoned her. She could see herself easily amongst its enchanting crumbling structure. "It’s absolutely beautiful," she replied softly, almost breathlessly. Eyes flickered to the handsome face she so adored. "Shall we go closer?"

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Sirius Revlis · 08-07-2011, 01:48 AM

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ooc: ilu lady <3 do you know where you want Clover to live, yet? because Siri would probably want her den to be near to his, if she is going to go for the ancella co-rank c:

Her features, porcelain-fine and carved by the fingers of cruelest angels, were glowing with emotion as his sinful eyes graced them. Something about the girl's innate ability to be so expressive pleased the Thistle King, for it was such a rare ability to be able to show the moods of one's heart with such fluid elegance.

The Revlis man nodded to her gentle reply, hungry and predatorial eyes still gazing at her, rather than the view she so admired. "Indeed, it is," He purred, narrow pupils caressing the sweet curves of Clover's frame. But with an air of slight reluctance, but increased excitement, the Boss returned his attention to the crumbling monolithic structure of the Ruins. The ebony stallion danced beneath him, warmed up by the canter and eager for further movement. "May it please you," Came the smooth reply to her suggestion, and with a cluck and a jab of heels, Sirius urged his steed to a handsome trot.

As the pair neared the castle, large carved stones began to jut from the earth - Teeth of giants long gone. The low moan of the wind as it whistled and whispered through cavernous maws in the crumbling stone structure made a beautiful, but eerie accompaniment to the faded sounds of the ocean. The vague stone plinths became winding stone walls, scattered between cobbled pathways on which the horses hooves chimed. Slowing his horse to a walk, Sirius allowed his beautiful companion to drink in the view, his own eyes casting over it with an air of domineering ownership. "Man built this place with some sort of old magic," He mused aloud. The Ruins held such an air of peace, and yet sinister danger, for the slow demise of the skeletal structure would continue on until nature had reclaimed all stone and mortar. "It is mine now. There is a room in the center of it, still mostly intact, that I have taken for my own - The Throne room. I will show it to you." Again, there was no question in his voice; The beautiful Clover held his fancy, indeed, but she was his amusement, his muse and fickle toy. She would do as he wished, if she sought to keep the dark male pleased.

Pulling his stallion to a halt beneath a wide arch of stone that had once been the entryway to a magnificent courtyard, the Thistle King dismounted, and moved to offer one hand to the golden-haired damsel, so that she might do likewise. "We shall leave the horses here. My Arbiter, Larkspur, will care for them." The dark man had a way with simple beasts, and would make room for the lady's pretty ivory mare in the stable he was constructing.

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