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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.
The man spoke in sharp reply, quick to challenge the insinuations of Gabriel's weakness. But in doing so, he divulged much of interest to the Thistle King, who allowed the sharp sneer on his maw to shift into a curious Cheshire grin. Yellowed teeth glinted hungrily, as venomous eyes projected a strange delight in observing the man he now knew to be ruler of the Clan. The Aquila spoke powerful words, but they sounded strange coming from a tone that Sirius had assumed would be far nobler than this. Curious... Very curious. "You speak of the condemned as though you did not condemn them yourself, dear Gabrielson. Those who breach the border of Salsola will not emerge again to speak of its secrets," It amused him to speak in such whimsical riddles - He did not wish to goad the other male by informing him that such poorly creatures were fast to be inducted into slavery, but the chance to hint at things of such a sinister nature could not be passed up.
When the giant chestnut beast was pulled to a halt, Sirius did likewise, his black pawing irritably at the ground. Still, the intrigue stirred within him, that strangely growing hunger that could be seen in narrowed pupils, if the man knew to look. "A pleasure it is, being in the company of royalty," The dark purr of his tone was filled with cynical humor, olive eyes laughing at a joke only he could perceive so far. "Tell me, Gabrielson, what is it like to meet a King?" And this time he did laugh, a wondrously sensual sound that set yellowed teeth to glinting. The ebony stallion flattened its ears at the predatory noise, but remained still.
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