La mère de mes enfants

Sirius Revlis · 05-23-2012, 01:46 PM

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Evening was falling, and with the swelling darkness calm a strange air of peace.

It was the first night in over a moon that Sirius Revlis did not stir from his chamber and pace the borders like a madman, wary of strangers that lurked in the dark and sought to steal what was his away from him. The intruders, would-be conquerors, were dead and gone, and their blood that had stained his body head to toe was finally cleaned from mottled earthen pelt. The Boreas leader was dead, by the hand of himself, and by the hand of the Infernian Aquila. The pair had made an unearthly team, and the remaining missionaries had held no chance against their terrible wrath.

The warring was done; Finally, the time for luxury and rest had arrived. He had been absent from his chambers so much in the past month that to remain in them felt strange, at first, but his weariness won out, and the King slept for almost the entirety of the sunlit hours. He rose just before dusk, and the air was pleasantly mild, soft and silent and still.

Within him, a terrible grief had abated. He had taken vengeance for Larkspur's life, and although the strange bitterness remained, it was less strong now, and more easily ignored. He removed the soiled bandages on his arms, those which had hid the series of wounds underneath, and sent the slave-girl to wash them, as she had done many times since the beginning of their use. In her absence, he re-bandaged both arms with fresh white linen, the valuable material soft against the itching cuts. From wrist to elbow on both arms he was bandaged, the clean white contrasting with the dark ocher brown, but it looked worse than it was. The wounds would heal - Scar, but heal. Salsola would mend itself, and be stronger for what it had endured.

After that, he relaxed in his throne, still too sore from battle to wander about the Ruins, as he might have otherwise done. A strange absence was noted, and from this bloomed forth a thought he had suppressed, one he had not come to embrace till now. Clover. She had been safe, he knew - kept safe behind his borders of thistle, safe in the heart of the territory where the mercenaries could not get her. But he had not seen her since... Heated images flashed through the man's head, clearing it of it's tiredness, filling his expression with sudden hunger. More than just lust - It was the desire for her presence, for her soft femininity. Like a crusader returning, he had missed the subtle touches that only a woman could provide; Her gentle scent, her cool touch. His hair had not been brushed in weeks. How could he have overlooked her absence so?

The man rose slowly, stretching out his weary muscles before moving to the doorway of his chamber. Then, tilting his may skyward, he called for her - A low, melodic call, gentle and filled with poisonous longing.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 06-27-2012, 10:52 PM

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I'm sorry I suck as a RP partner. Thanks for putting up with me! <33

It had been evident for quite some time now, and yet the woman had kept the secret entirely to herself. Her King was busy in matters that had never quite been fit for a soul such as Clover, but it was something required of him in preserving the kingdom he had founded. Of course the Lykoi woman felt slightly abandoned, if she were to admit it to herself, but she knew that would not be the last she saw of her love. Eventually the time would come for her to tell him what she had come to learn. His reaction she slightly feared, only because she didn’t know what to expect. She knew that Sirius could be a fierce and loyal father, if only he chose to be one.

Clover had settled into her room for the night, pulling her skins up around her shoulders and warming her fingers on the radiating heat from her steeping tea. She had visited the garden a few times with Daisy to collect some of the herbs she had planted there, so that she could bring them back and use them to brew herself various remedies. Tonight was a brew of lemon balm, a favorite of hers that put her at ease and brought about a peaceful sleep. Despite the troubles in the outside world, the Lykoi woman would have a serene sleep safe within the borders of her lovely Salsola.

Perhaps her ears deceived her, but Clover knew it was not true. The call from her King was unexpected, but would not go unanswered. Shifting the skins from her shoulders and to the floor, the woman rose with slight difficulty (for her frame now sported a blossoming curve) and moved to the doorway. She wasted no time in preparing herself, for it had been far too long since she had seen the man, and Clover did not want to waste one second in which she could be within Sirius’ presence. During the short walk from her room to his chambers, she lifted her mug to her maw, taking light sips of her tea. Her thoughts had drifted to the matter at hand, however, and she realized where there conversation would eventually go, despite whatever it was the Sirius had on his mind.

When Clover finally arrived, her pace slowed as she rounded the corner and her gaze sought his doorway. There, looming in such lanky, brooding darkness, stood her handsome King and she could not help but feel the leap her heart made within her chest. She wanted nothing more than to rush to his arms, but instead she dipped her head for him, before seeking his gaze. "My King," she spoke softly, a thumb gently tracing the edge of her mug while her mind entertained dangerous thoughts of lust and passion.

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