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- Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-01-2011 [html]
A mass exodus had not gone unnoticed by Inferni. Ezekiel had seen several strange figures climbing the mountain, which would not be so odd if not for the fact that they traveled in groups. Ibsen had been sent to scout, and his report was unwelcomed; wolves moving to live across the mountain. He had roughly tried to explain their colors and shapes, but Ezekiel had little knowledge of the wolves and recognized only one description—a white wolf spotted with black. So he had gone south, traveling with the horse. What he had found both pleased and worried him. Dahlia was gone. While their scents remained strong, no one had stopped the coyote from encroaching into the land. No one had come when he had wandered through empty land and found nothing. So Dahlia had gone, it seemed. His father would certainly be pleased. The Aquila had found little of interest in the abandoned forest, and so he had returned to the Waste. Now, though, he had begun riding west. He intended to scout this unfamiliar pack, for while he was now certain Dahlia de Mai made up its heart, other scents were mingled in with it. Viggo’s pace was easy, for Ezekiel was eyeballing the mountain as he went. Ibsen had been sent ahead to listen, but he was given strict orders not to come to Ezekiel until they returned to Inferni. Armed as always, Ezekiel was certain his presence (if spotted) would be seen as threatening. With any luck, he would go unnoticed. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-01-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ Near the marshes, heat hung in the air heavily, thick and moisture laden as it coated the lungs. For that reason, Sirius avoided the center of Salsola and lingered for a time closer to the coastal edges. Morning dragged on without end, and restlessness overtook the Boss.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-02-2011 [html]
The discovery came not from the pack to the north, as Ezekiel had feared, by from a stranger on a stallion. A challenging bellow rose from ahead of the pair, and it brought Viggo’s blood to a boil. Though calmer by nature due to his breed, Ezekiel had quickly learned that Viggo was young for a horse and arrogant. The heavy animal tossed his head and began stomping over the rocky ground below them, walking now only because Ezekiel’s body commanded such a thing. Low orders were issued in a deep rumble, and while the chestnut beast paraded towards the stranger, he did not charge and did not lose his head. Ezekiel refused to allow it. What they were met with was a pretty black and white horse ridden by a man with an obvious coyote bloodline within him. Ezekiel saw the stallion’s eyes roll at the sight of his own mount. The man on its back yanked roughly on the reigns, which only caused the riled stallion to rear up. Viggo snorted loudly, prancing sideways at the display. The Aquila gritted his teeth and shifted his weight back, forcing the horse to remain still. It was then he called out to the stranger, amber eyes flashing gold with fury. “Control that damn thing!” He barked, knowing that no amount of low-speech reasoning would settle a stallion’s hot blood. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-02-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ He was only privy to a glimpse of the pair that broke through the brush and into view before the horse reared. But what a glimpse it was - Golden man on golden beast, each lined with righteous rage. Oh, how magnificent! What he wouldn't give for the both of them, sculpted in gold as all fine art was, a decorating his throne-room!
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-02-2011 [html]
Even as he watched the dark hybrid fight for control, Ezekiel forced his own will on the massive horse below him. He lacked the physical power to dominate the massive animal. At nearly a ton, Viggo would have little trouble breaking any canine that crossed him. Six feet of horse was taller than Ezekiel, and the Aquila did not forget that. Still, as long as he remained on Viggo’s back he could keep him under control. Golden-amber eyes narrowed as the black and white stallion finally stilled, though out of fear and not understanding. The venomous tone from the stranger made Ezekiel’s hackles rise against the quiver on his back. Thankfully, this was hidden. The Aquila’s face remained stony, eyes hawkish. “Then I’d advise you to keep your mount under control,” Ezekiel replied, his voice equally even. He gave his own mount a squeeze, advancing at an even pace despite the massive animal’s unrest. Once he was close enough, he sniffed the air and found that the stranger was a neighbor. His eyes hardened. “You’re from that pack to the west,” the Aquila went on, recognizing the salty tang of Drifter Bay. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-04-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ The man replied in a waspish enough tone to match Sirius', and it seemed for a moment that the two strangers might truly break into hostilities. But, while the shivering ebony horse remained still, its long, lean legs splayed and ears flattened, the monolithic golden animal opposite was goaded into a forward motion. This time, the Revlis man was prepared for his mount's unease, and although Black tossed his head and rolled his dark eyes such that they were rimmed with bone-white, he kept a tight tension in the leather reigns, holding the handsome beast still.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-07-2011 [html] +3 They were at odds, but only in color—their demeanors reflected one another in stark similarity. Ezekiel was not civilized like the stranger, who wore signs of such manners, but he saw savagery within him as well. No more so was this prominently displayed when the peacock of a wolf (for while he looked hybrid enough, he was far too wolfish to be called coyote) bared his teeth. Salsola. The name of a weed. How appropriate. A plastic smile flitted across his charming features, but his eyes remained hard. The stranger was mouthy, and his behavior reminded Ezekiel of a wildcat. This kept him all the more alert; wildcats were cruel and had robbed his raven-brother’s family of their offspring. Ibsen and Zola had survived by a superior fate alone. They had a greater destiny than their fallen brood. Yet he had not been able to find the cats, even after so many months. They had come and gone as if they had sensed they were being hunted. This, in part, was why Ezekiel distrusted the stranger even before the insults began to his father. He was, after all, not so savage as to misunderstand tone and slight, subtle signals. He bared his teeth in a smile/snarl. “Inferni’s people are no longer my father’s—they are mine,” Ezekiel said sharply, though his tone shifted to one of dismissal almost instantly hereafter. “Those that are too weak-hearted to live amongst the clan make their own paths. It’s of no consequence to lose the unworthy.” Spoken like his sister, he reflected. His eyes sharpened, shifting to deep amber as he sought to read the words the stranger’s body might betray. “They must have crossed your borders to speak of such things,” he suggested, turning Viggo to a halt between the strange male and the western expanse between Inferni’s border at his back. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-12-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It would have surprised the dark male to know that he was being observed as keenly as he did the other male. While Zeke might have been able to detect the little things, tiny motions of the body that spoke a language the rest of this pitiful world seemed to have forgotten, he also emanated the vile aura of a warrior, a hero tarnished by his own golden blade. Sirius was no such thing - He lived in the shadows of such a golden sun, and his word severed as fast as the blade of any prince. Olive eyes read the language of the body, for the Hunter was keenly attuned to his prey at all times.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-18-2011 [html]
They knew one another, for they were both hunters but of different breeds. A fox and an eagle, perhaps. One cunning, the other knowing only how to destroy. Amber eyes gleamed as he studied the dark stranger, sharpening only at the odd term used for him. Yet there was knowledge gained—Salsola’s borders remained closed. Perhaps Sirius meant death for those who defied him. The coyote smiled savagely. “Kings are not made, waagosh,” he said carefully. “The right to rule is divine. Of course,” the Aquila added, shrugging lightly and almost dismissively. “These are savage times. Is that what brings you so far from home? Surely even such private people must know what goes on beyond their borders.” A push, a subtle challenge. Perhaps the hybrid knew about the disappearing packs, perhaps not. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-21-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ It seemed that the tense aggression between them was over. Sirius was glad of this, for while he would never lose the paranoia that came with being the presence of an Eagle, the Fox was not eager to damage such pretty plumage. His venomous gaze appreciated the hard, handsome lines of the other man with a hungriness that one could have mistaken for desire of the flesh - However, his lusts were still said to lie with the fairer gender. Perhaps it was the power that the Aquila held that enticed the Thistle King so; Regardless, he found himself drawn to the golden youth, a dark shadow pulled closer to dancing firelight.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 07-27-2011 [html]
Sirius was the antithesis of Ezekiel. They were creatures made from different worlds; one savage and wild, one cunning and street-bred. Perhaps in another lifetime they would have been brothers. The Aquila smiled a plastic thing that could have been charming if not for the nasty twist in his snout. Gabrielson; what a funny way of putting things. The scarred coyote listened to Sirius’ proposal and found they were equal in this. Ibsen could see only so much from the air, and he did not desire to risk the bird and send him to earth. With a low utterance to the stallion, the golden pair trotted after the darker duo and came to ride at their side. Ezekiel found the use of reigns and a saddle useless when on Viggo, given his ability to control the horse with words and muscle movements, but figured that there were those who still needed such things. “Dahlia de Mai is no more,” he said, looking to the green-eyed man. “I suspect we might find what remains of them across the mountain.” This, too, displeased him. Mountain or not, if they were any closer than they had been they were still dangerous. Ezekiel knew little of Anathema yet, but viewed them with suspicion. It was unnatural to live in a mountain. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 07-31-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ There was only a moment's hesitation, before the rumbling of earth told him of the other man's decision. The heavy golden steed he rode was quick to sidle alongside Sirius' black, and while the smaller stallion shied slightly, his initial burst of aggression seemed to be over. Flicking the reigns to keep the beast at a smooth trot, the Thistle King focused half of his attention on the path ahead, and the other half on the man beside him.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 08-02-2011 [html]
Things seemed to make much more sense knowing that two packs had vanished. It was likely they had formed an alliance, but to abandon territory still prime was odd. Then again, the cow-spotted woman who had been leading Dahlia seemed odd to Ezekiel. She had sought to make amends for things that could not be forgiven—rape was something Ezekiel would never allow to pass with anything less than a death sentence. He knew little of the Valley, and so accepted what the dark man told him. Though Viggo was used to the wide and rocky terrain of the Waste, he balked at the narrowing path. Even before the stranger had suggested it, Ezekiel was preparing to dismount. He did so almost in-time with his companion, offering the earth-colored man a nod in agreement. Several low noises were made to the horse, who turned and trotted back down the mountain. Hawkish eyes observed the dagger with wariness. Ezekiel was not the type to use such tools, so those who were capable with them were considered dangerous. Still, they seemed to have passed their need for violence in order to supplant information. Sirius. He felt like he might have known that name, once before. “Ezekiel,” he returned, showing the hint of his teeth in a plastic smile. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 08-16-2011 [html] Word Count » 3+ For a moment it appeared that the two might smile at each other forever - Fake, glinting smiles that spoke nothing of true endearment or happiness. These expressions were as honed as Sirius' hunting blade, and while he was unsurprised to discover such falseness in the Aquila, it did serve to found his belief that the other man was not so foolish as the Boss might have liked. They were too similar, in some ways, for Sirius to be at ease - Each too sinuous in their movements, a little too keen with sharp eyes and fangs; A little feral, enough that the land seemed to accept them both, one gold and one shadow, as it might have accepted the dangerous rush of river rapids or the razor-sharp edge of broken stone.
.siritxt {font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .siritxt .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8Hs2Q.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:122px 0px 0px 0px;} .siritxt .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:100%;} .siritxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .siritxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .siritxt b {letter-spacing:1px; } .siritxt u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 08-25-2011 [html] +3 As two canines, and men at that, it was not unnatural for them to feel the constant rise of conflict between them. Heredity and instinct made them this way, competitive for land, for dominance. If they had shared a home, they would have come to blows. Blood would be drawn, and one of them would be defeated by the other. Separation meant they could withstand the static that grew between every brushed hair, every step that caused Ezekiel’s nose and mouth to fill with the heavy musk of Sirius’ dark body. Sirius’ pace was met with one forged through the forest, a wolfish thing that was swift and well-placed. Ezekiel had spent so long carving out a living in this manner that it showed in every movement; he was a true ranger, raised by the wilderness. This was what allowed him to move so easily up and across the rocky face in a way that his charger could not. Yet his body was different than Sirius own; they were warped reflections still. The admission of ignorance drew no arrogant smile to Ezekiel’s face. He was young, yes, but he had no desire to push the Hunter away. They, for the time being, needed each other. Two sets of eyes and ears would best keep them hidden from any patrols. “They mark it with stones,” the Aquila said, recalling what Ibsen had seen. “We should keep north; I don’t believe they have much in the way of patrols—it’s too soon, for them to be so settled.” With that, Ezekiel took the lead. His red feet moved across the rocks without pain. The pads had long since formed into thick, leathery things that could withstand the sharp beaches of Inferni’s coast. He paused, here and there, to scent the air. Occasional glances to the sky were made, as if by thought alone he might summon his scount. .zekelion b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .zekelion .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zekelion .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .zekelion p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .zekelion {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... kelion.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 09-16-2011 [html] Archive once you've read? PP (wrap-up) allowed by Mel. 3+
The younger man did not falter at his statement, and although pride could have settled a rift between the two, it was not allowed to take precedence. On soil that was not their own, the unlikely pair were connected by their intrusion, and blows between them (verbal of physical) would benefit neither.
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