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Word Count → 522 ::
It might take a bit for me to get back into the swing of things, so I apologize to whoever joins this about my weird posts. Clover's wandering through the Ruins headed towards Sirius' living quarters. :3


The winter had not been kind to Clover Love Lykoi, but perhaps the past year in it’s entirely had not been. Much had changed since her departure from Juniper Peace as a young girl, hardly even a woman then. She had thought the future would be so much different than what it had become. She hadn’t seen any of this coming. If she had, would Clover have done things differently?

As the weather got colder, Clover caught a sickness that she just couldn’t seem to shake. However it did not show prominently, for it was a sickness within; a sickness of the mind. The Lykoi woman began to lose interest in the things she had once cared for and she often felt hopeless and meaningless. Here she was amongst the kingdom of her beloved, and yet he was a ruler whom Clover could never reach. They would never be together for he was unobtainable and there was no one else Clover dared throw eyes at, for she knew her heart’s desire.

As the snow began to fall and the temperatures dropped, the Lykoi woman made somewhat of a recluse out of herself. She still did tend to her leaders’ things as was expected of her, but her appearances became more sporadic and often she would keep to herself in her own living space. Daisy was left alone much of the winter months, except for when others of the Family were kind enough to tend to her.

The beautiful hippie child had turned into this sad, broken thing and she wasn’t even sure how. Though she was aware what was happening, it was not enough to pull herself from the deepening depression that pulled her beneath the depths. Clover herself felt crazy. She thought it best to keep to herself and stay out of everyone’s way. Many nights she spent huddled in her furs, sipping tea she brewed from herbs she had long harvested and stored away. It was a sullen season and it had left its mark. Clover, although always a petite girl, had grown to look fragile. The lighthearted spark in her eye had leeched to leave nothing but dusty straw behind. Although she had used to love to sneak peeks of herself in Sirius’ mirror, her reflection became a trigger for self loathing. She only saw a monster staring back at her, someone not worth anything. How could someone become so broken?

But hope came in the form of soft sun rays and early spring weather. An unusual stretch of warm air had rolled into the area and brought upon high temperatures and an abundance of sunlight. As she made her way through the Ruins, headed towards the domain of her King to tend to her chores, Clover found herself humming a soft tune. It had been quite some time since any sort of note had been produced, but something about this day seemed hopeful. Somehow Clover was convinced that if she stole a glance into that mirror, the monster would be gone and she would be greeted by the girl she used to know, or at least her shadow.



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*steals* >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


The morning broke with serendipitous splendor over lands of thistle and thorn. He rose with the dawn, as was the way of the Hunter. Old aches and bruises were almost fully healed, but for the scar on his arm, which was still pink and angry. The King stretched, the mountain of soft pelts which made up his bedfurs rustling softly beneath his weight. A scent brought the man to sharp awareness, suddenly; His venomous eyes leapt to a dark form in the corner, huddled on the small doe-pelt he had given her to sleep on. A silent, reluctant sigh pulled from the man's maw - He had forgotten about the girl Pandemic had given to him. She was his slave, now, and that was something the King would have to get used for, for apart from various lovers, Sirius was in the habit of waking up alone.


He rose silently, and stalked from the room, not of a mind to deal with the fragile-looking woman. Perhaps he would just give her to Eris, and have Molca take her under-wing... A bullish snort was given to the open air outside his chamber. No, she had been a gift - It would be an insult to Pandemic to brush her off so lightly.


The morning air caressed his lean frame, and it took a moment for Sirius to note the difference. When normally his lungs would sting with the brittle crispness of a winter sunrise, this morning was lucid and surprisingly warm. A gentle breeze tangled seductive fingers through his dark locks, and the wicked monarch allowed himself a surprised smile as he stretched in the mild warmth of the rising sun. A few paces took him to a crumbling stone wall, which the man vaulted with fluid ease, his lean muscles iron-formed and athletic. He was headed towards the barn, hoping to check on Luna and her colt before the rest of the pack rose; But he had barely taken two steps in that direction before he paused once more. Large coyote ears lifted from a dark, silky crown of tumbling raven-wing waves, and acidic eyes glittered with strange pleasure at the sound that swelled into his waiting auricles.


Without missing a beat, the man's direction changed, headed now for the source of the lovely music. His step was light and silent, the easy lope of a hunter as it circled in on its prey. Finally, the music-maker revealed himself, and the King again had to pause as a lightning bolt of lust and longing sizzled deep within his gut. Pupils narrowed, the mass of poisonous olive stretching around them as the dark slits followed the progress of the girl, who seemed thus far unaware of his presence. His muscles pushed into movement of their own accord, and for some paces he stalked her, unseen. Clover was a dutiful creature - She had tended his belongings with a care and caution best suited to the personal artifacts of royalty, and he was, as he had been since finding her, rather thrilled by her presence. This morning, the warm sunlight gilded her curls and turned them to sheer gold, bouncing slightly with each step she took. The warble that came from her maw was sweet, enchanting to the shadowy monster.


He waited until the melody had come to pass, interrupting her tune with great reluctance. "It has been a long time since I heard you sing," Came the swell of his dark voice, and the man emerged from behind a crumbling stone wall, stepping into her path.



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*fist pump*


It was something from her childhood, an old melody the free loving Luperci of Juniper Peace had gifted the girl when she was a child. A simply melody, it drifted easily to mingle with the warm air that greeted her. It was easy to tell that it was destined to be a good day despite whatever happened; Clover would not let it be anything else, and she was quite aware that it had been some time since she had last been confident in a day being worthwhile. She welcomed the soft breeze as it caressed the golden waves framing her face, noting the slight scent of spring in the air. Change was on its way, even if colder weather did decide to make a few more appearances before spring burst into full effect.

Her pursuer had gone unnoticed, but that was no surprise. Within the lands of thistle and thorn, the Family was safe from all threats and so the Lykoi girl did not fear any lurking predators. And of course, Sirius was a hunter and moved with the knowledge and skill of such. Had the girl perhaps been a doe or some other game hunted, there was no doubt she’d be in peril.

The words that only slightly preceded his appearance were recognizable and so Clover knew the owner before her pale yellow gaze focused on the Boss. I suppose it has, she responded, voice somewhat demure now that the melody had abruptly ceased; she had not expected to be heard.

Though it pained her to know that he was inaccessible to her, she still found comfort in his presence. The golden curtain would fall over her shoulders, hiding the stolen glances she’d take while tending to his possessions as he subsequently loomed in his own chambers. Perhaps the heartache of knowing she could never attain him would dissuade her, encourage her to find love (if that’s what it was) elsewhere, but it did not. Despite everything, Sirius had given Clover a purpose. The Family had become her own and she was expected to do her part as a member of Salsola. She had not so easily forgotten that he had rescued her from Inferni, where she had discovered she had not easily fit in amongst her blood relatives. Inferni seemed somewhat too cruel for her own tastes – perhaps something that came with the Lykoi name – and Salsola had offered the solace the girl had needed. Sirius had offered it. She’d never forget that.

Her eyes drifted over the muscular plane of his chest, in line with her eyesight, before her gaze rose to find that sharp olive green. How does this lovely morning find my King? Clover studied the dark tangles that fell about his face in such perfect harmony with his features and she longed for that crocodile smile of his, so alluring and yet somehow dark. He was a devilishly handsome man and this appealed to all of Clover's senses; already she was aware that her pulse had quickened.


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I assume they're still close to his chamber, so feel free to PP them arriving back there in your next post! >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


She was a stark contrast to the land, and the people, around her. The girl was pure, beautifully fresh, untainted by the darkness that shrouded his kingdom in a veil of twisted morals and wickedness. It was his lies that had caged her here, Sirius knew - His lies that had blinded her to the truth of Salsola. Once, he had remarked on how unfitting a home Inferni had been for the delicate like of such a doe; She had taken such a thing to heart, and on their next meeting, he had been able to steal her away, a jewel-thief in the night. But Salsola, although in appearance less violent and brutal than her previous home, was no less twisted; Theirs was the evilness of a serpent, deemed cruel in the eyes of others, but true and just in their own gazes. It seemed Clover was able to overlook all of their apparent wrongdoings, their slavery, their primal and harsh laws, their canny secrecy, all for him - It was this that confused him, deep down, for while Sirius was the King Puppeteer, even he knew that his lies alone were not so potent.


The man had no understanding of her love, the adoration she felt for him. His own heart seemed incapable of producing such emotion, for it was too flat and cold, too brisk and business-like in its dealings with the world.


Regardless, his wicked mind held great store for the golden-haired princess. She was royal blood; That much was obvious from the russet streak on her nose. She was blue-blood, born from a long line of the most successful family in this region, and not only that, but she was beautiful; Entrancingly so. A perfect female specimen, for all appearances pure coyote, with long graceful limbs and a sweetly curved body, youthful but womanly. Her eyes were warm sunlight, and her steps were the graceful, smooth motions of a dancer. She was, in many ways, perfection, and while he could not love as she did love, Sirius was enamored with such a concept.


Her delicate voice, humble and respectful, reached his waiting harks like the song of a bird. Black lips curled up in a slow, dazzling smile - He knew how to use his devilish looks to the best of their advantages. "All the better for having heard such sweet music, my dear," Oozed the warm caramel of his tone, a venomous lure that had snared many fools in its tenor depths. "You'll walk with me, to my den?" His snake-like eyes watched her keenly, filled with the hunger that almost always arose at the sight of her. For so long, he had kept her pure, denied himself any access to her - She had been a pretty thing on his mantle, an object admired, but not used. However, change had been in the air lately, a change that was afflicting all of them, and subconsciously Sirius knew that it was changing him, too.


He had begun to desire new things, begun to consider new possibilities. Salsola was thriving, and would continue to do so with the blessing of Spring. For so long, he had isolated himself, unwilling to allow his attention to wander from the birth of the pack, unable to allow his attention to drift to anything other than his beloved Family. But on these changing tides, perhaps, with time slipping through his fingers, the man might begin to feel his own mortality; And suddenly, it did seem, Clover Love Lykoi had a totally different potential.



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Word Count → 401 ::
Big Grin


There were no words deemed clever enough to respond to his charming tenor, but a rosy blush did blossom just beneath the russet mask the Lykoi family had gifted her while gaze fell away. In his presence Clover always felt a strange shift in her world – the quickening in her pulse, the spark of adoration amongst a pale yellow gaze, feeling somehow vulnerable because she knew she would hide nothing from him and yet equally as protected by his side. Somehow the young Lykoi woman knew that her King would not betray her, would never let harm come to pass; though it was clear he could easily do so if he wanted. Clover was not a prey strenuously caught.

The pale yellow of her father happily lifted to examine those dark, brooding features once again and her soft reply came, If that’s what you wish I’d be happy to, love. Though she could hardly be certain what it was that her Majesty had in mind, it had been some time since Clover had last tended to such pleasing aesthetics and thought that perhaps they may spend the morning properly grooming those dark tangles or rubbing away any knots that had kinked the thick muscle of the man’s shoulders. Clover would not object to such a suggestion, even if had not come from the Boss himself. Though his rank demanded her obedience, she would just have easily followed after that crocodile smile and combed those locks if that’s what it meant to bring her closer, to take in his rich musk which was so intoxicating in such deep, concentrated doses.

The remainder of Clover’s journey did not take long, for Sirius had encountered her not far from his own chambers. As they drew near she swore she could detect an unfamiliar scent tainting the air, and her gaze studied the man for a brief moment as if it might provide answers. It pained her to know that Sirius would allow himself to other woman here, which she knew he had and it made no difference anyhow, but she couldn’t help the pang of jealously that sprung up in her chest. Clover knew she’d rather remain ignorant to these things.

Her pace died away as they reached the doorway, and she paused to allow her King to enter first, her head dipping in a slight bow while they advanced to his throne.



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<3 <3 >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


Her gaze rose to meet his, and he allowed the contact, for there was no challenge in her sweet features, no rebellion in the gentle smile that graced her elegant jaws. She was an ethereal creature, and his own hormones made her more so; Acidic eyes drank in the soft glow to her pelt, the halo of gold that spilled about her dainty portrait, and much like the big bad wolf, he found her innocence utterly delicious.


Her gentle words of acquiescence had his tall form moving aside from the path, so that they could fall into step beside one another. She was shorter in height than he, notably so, for the King was taller than most men, and she was a Fae creature almost of pure coyote blood. But that same blood was within him, also, and it was easily seen in the sharp angles of the man, the wickedness to his tapered muzzle and large ears, his lean and lanky build. His stride was long, but slow, so that her own could keep in time and pace with it.


They were quick to come upon his den, and the scent of the other woman momentarily baffled him again. It was true that Sirius had taken more than one lover into his cold stone chamber, and that thus far, Clover Love had not been one of them - But this particular female was less than desirable within the eyes of the monarch, for she was a slave, and little more than an object of belonging to him now. She held no royalty within her veins, like Clover did, and she held no standing or notable value within the eyes of the king.


He did not hesitate, as the golden-haired beauty did, but swept through the dark doorway and into the stone room. The woman remained near the doorway where he had left her to sleep. He roused her with one foot, and with muttered commands sent her confused figure from the darkness and out past Clover, out into the Ruins. The king waited a moment, before returning his attention to the dame. "She was a gift from Pandemic, Larkspur's son. A dim-witted beast, it would seem, but a slave is a slave regardless," One dark shoulder lifted casually, to show his disinterest and general distaste in the woman. He had never taken a personal slave before - With Clover, he had not needed one, for she had shown him and his belongings as much dedication as a personal slave would. Besides, the man's paranoia was a legendary thing, and the golden Lykoi maiden was the only other creature to have been allowed access to his chest and treasury apart from himself.


He turned and moved deeper into the dimly-lit room, and although his eyes did not return to her, the King's full attention rested on the woman. Strange thoughts were still swirling in his mind, strange ideas and possibilities that once bloomed could not so easily be dismissed. Her pure blood and beauty offered possibilities, prospects that he had not considered before. She was femininity incarnate - Precious, delicate, pleasant to the eye. But they were not Clover's only values, for with her feminine body, she had been blessed with the ability to do what no King could do alone; Create new life. His reptilian blood grew warm at the thought, and a strange hunger, close to lust and yet gentler, somehow, began to curl within the man's gut. He moved over to the high-backed stone throne, and slouched into it, narrowed pupils returning at last to gaze upon her sweet visage.



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Word Count → 358 ::
Thinking of our three little L's makes me so excited! Smile


Though she had paused just outside the door to allow for her King to enter his own chambers, pale yellow did find the form of the slumbering woman within. It was clear her first thoughts had been wrong, and the Lykoi woman waited in silence as the King roused his slave and the woman went scampering out the door past Clover. Once she had gone away, Clover stepped into the King’s familiar chambers, meeting his gaze as a shoulder shrugged gently, and she merely nodded lighty in response. Clover knew Sirius did not care to hear her views on slavery, and it didn’t matter anyhow; though she didn’t quite understand the premise of slaves, she did not object.

While he had moved to his throne, Clover let her gaze sweep the room. She had, after all, been on her way to tend to his things. She made a mental checklist of what would need to be done, and wondered if this mysterious slave woman would begin to do many of the things Clover had done since her arrival. She hoped the woman would be assigned mundane tasks, such as beating the dust from his sleeping furs, while she could retain the privilege of tending to his aesthetics and caring for his most prized belongings. The simple fact that she alone was given this freedom gave her a great sense of pride and purpose. The thought of this being shared with someone else made her chest burn with an ugly flame of resentment.

At last her gaze came to fall upon her King who, seated upon his high-backed throne, looked somehow malevolently majestic causing the steady pulse to quicken beneath tawny fur. The smile that bloomed amongst her features could not be suppressed, for it was obvious any moment in which her presence was granted among Sirius was cherished. Shall I tame those dark curls, sire? Soft voice asked as her graceful stride brought her to those possessions most highly treasured so she might collect both his mirror and brush. Her gaze, however, sought him for approval before she aimed to move to his side at the stone cathedra.


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me too me too! I should have some drawings to send to you of them, soon >Big Grin >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


He was aware of her opinion on slavery, just as he was aware of most topics regarding the golden-haired beauty. She intrigued him, and Sirius had done what he did best - Learned, manipulated. Casual discussions on slavery had inducted her into this world, where it was a common thing, an accepted thing. Social conditioning was just as powerful as any sword; Although Clover might not have been an advocate of his treatment of these lesser beings, nor did she openly oppose it, not to him.


In Sirius' mind, slavery was not an evil; To the wicked monarch, there were simply lesser beings in this world, lesser canids that were born to fulfill a role best suited to their natures and capabilities. Salsola had a need of laborers, a need of servants, and why pay for such services when they could simply take them? It was the natural progression of the predator, to no longer hunt just for food, but to hunt for possessions also. The possession of another's life, another's existence, was a valuable thing. If Clover had thought to preach the ills of his ways, her sweet tunes would have fallen on deaf ears.


Narrowed pupils watched her progress into the room, dotingly following each delicate curve as she moved, infinitely elegant. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and the King swallowed slowly, content to allow his gaze to roam as his mind did likewise. He was not consciously aware of the hormonal changes within him, or within her; Nor was he openly pondering his desire for offspring, for reproduction, for heirs. It was simply the course of nature pulsing through his warm blood, and she was the perfect victim - Perhaps, he had known when he had selected her and swept her away so long ago, that the time would come when he would need the beautiful Clover Love Lykoi for such a purpose.


Her voice, such sweet birdsong, cooed quietly into the still air as delicate tawny fingers retrieved his bone comb and polished, tarnished mirror. Light golden eyes, such a pure and wondrous color, lifted to meet his own toxic gaze. The peacock monarch's black lips twitched, and he shifted his posture in the chair, straightening so that it was clear that his entire attention was upon her. This was different - Most days he would remain lazily slumped in that throne, allowing her to do with his long dark locks as she pleased, while his mind raced a million miles away on questions and concerns infinitely more important than the dim light and protection of this round castle chamber.


"No, not today," He said slowly, voice a long, warm drawl. "Put those down, and come here. I want to look at you," It was an odd request, but he smiled as he spoke, his expression unalarming and mild. It would not do to alert her to the hunger inside of him - He had no desire to frighten her, after all. One hand gestured to the empty space before his throne, beckoning her to leave his belonging and come nearer.



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Word Count → 366 ::
Eee! I can't wait! Big Grin


The hard edge of the mirror was familiar under her fingertips, for she had held it many times before while seeing to it that Sirius was looking presentable and handsome, something that didn’t require much effort on her part. Holding those inanimate objects in her hands was like holding pieces of Sirius – she swore she could almost feel the swift rhythm of a pulse in their cool surfaces, could smell a hint of the King’s musk that could so easily intoxicate her.

Clover could not quite explain the feelings taking place within her. As she knelt at his chest, stooped but positioned so that she could seek his approval, her gaze studied him. It was not simply those toxically exotic eyes of his, or those dark locks that beckoned her fingers to curl into them, but the simple curve of muscle along a forearm, or the glistening of soft pink scar tissue adorning his chest – she found all of these things alluring, almost endearing somehow. Everything about him drew her nearer and she couldn’t quite figure out why she had never felt any of this before.

Clover had chalked it all up to love, but the mixture of lust that boiled beneath confused her. She wanted to sort all of her emotions and feelings out, but at the same time she wanted to ignore her head and just follow her heart. Brain waves were disconnected. Only her heart would communicate thoughts now. And it was her heart that had her easily leaving behind the comb and mirror, rising so that she could swiftly take her place in front of the King perched on his stone throne.

She was silent, waiting silently for the invitation that would open the doors she had unknowingly been waiting outside of for quite some time. She would not act upon her impulses until the Boss has first done so himself. If he were to grant her the green light, Clover feared that without her brain to tell her otherwise, she might cross the boundaries of social expectations and appeal only to her desire. Finding shimmering apple green, the young Lykoi gazed as if she sought to find the future reflected there.


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I'm so sorry for the slow, my lady! <333 IDK if you wanna play this out, or just skip ahead to our next thread - I am up for whatever! Also, slight PP - Lemme know if you want it changed. >> Word Count: 2+



Sirius by Nat


She did not question him, did not seem to object to the request, strange and new though it was. His eyes followed her eagerly as the girl rose; Slender as a willow whip, lithe and graceful in ways only femininity could truly encompass. He had felt desire for many women before; Had known many women, in London and abroad. Had known them intimately. But with the others, it had been little more than a skin-deep affliction - A young man ruled by his wanton lusts. Sirius was not a young man anymore, but a full-grown one, an adult male in his prime. He was a King. His wants were difference, changed by the passage of time to something deeper, something more primal. He wanted Clover in a different way to the whores he had held and touched in the past.


It wasn't love, not like her giddy adoration. But it was close. Perhaps as close as the wicked Thistle King would ever get.


He rose slowly, surprised again at how much taller he was. He had the height, the broad shoulders, of the wolfenkind, and only his leanness betrayed the similarity in his blood to her own pure heritage. He waited until her eyes, such a lovely straw-gold hue, rose to his own facade, before allowing elegant cream fingers to gently cup her chin. Black lips twisted up in a wicked little smile, eyes half-lidded as they observed her delicate face from one side and then the other, as one might a prized animal. "You are so very pretty, dearest Clover," His voice was soft and husky, overflowing with caramel and succulent poison. He moved to take one of her hands, and then raised it about her head, indicated that she should turn about in a slow pirouette for him. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are? Aren't I such a lucky man, to have you here to brighten my day," Sharp teeth flashed in a dazzling smile, while eyes simmered on her still.



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