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There was a banter between them, more physical than verbal. Little things, like a clashing of eyes and a straightening of shoulders, that Sirius read as well as any words. Ezekiel was being respectful, but not submissive. He wanted something, and whatever it was that he wanted, Sirius was key to getting it.
After the golden male dismounted, he did likewise. The heavy bear hide shifted and swirled about his tall, lanky form, the plush fur rustling and whispering against itself. The garment was no good for hunting in, but it was useful nonetheless. The Northern King would fare a worse chill than the that which would reach Ezekiel's land - He would be buffeted by ocean and mountain wind. The coat would, indeed, prove its usefulness, and he had Larkspur to thank for such an item.
The scars across his heart shifted as the dark man crossed his arms, one hand loosely holding the black leather reigns of the now-docile silver mare. A brow rose skeptically, narrowed pupils following the words of the other man and scanning the beasts he had brought. The bay was handsome enough, but built for flatlands. The mare, lean but for where she bulged with pregnancy, offered a similar value. He watched with predatory eyes as they bumped and jostled one another, made nervous by the electricity that fuelled the air when the two rivals were close.
A thoughtful purr growled out from his throat. "You want them exchanged for heavier beasts, then?" Larkspur knew horseflesh far better than any other man that Sirius had met, and his abilities in trading were... Well, heightened, one might say, due to his talents in intimidation and being generally huge. It would not be overly difficult for the D'Angelo man to trade the horses for better stock. Nor was it surprising that Ezekiel had chosen to come to him with this task - Salsola dominated the trading pass through to Freetown, and it would have been perilous to try and sneak past their watch. Shifting his own weight, the monarch lifted one hand to stroke pensively at the dark beard-tuft on the end of his chin. "What gain is there for me, Gabrielson?" The words were direct - As much as he loved toying with the other male, the businessman within Sirius was as keen as the blades he hoarded.
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