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Narrowed pupils slid over the other's golden pelt, hiding a ravenous pleasure at the sight of the other male. It was not so much a sexual attraction as it was a glee at the opportunity to once again face the only other man he considered an equal. While extremely few pervaded the spiny outer defenses of Sirius' trust, it was another thing entirely to be accepted within the inner circle of those privileged folk that he deemed rivals - Currently, only one such foe existed, and he stood across from the Thistle King now.
The slick movement of an arm tossing the small leather back was easily predicted, and clawed fingers hungrily snatched the weighted pouch from its perilous mid-air flight. It was heavy enough, and made a satisfyingly fat jingle as it slouched into his waiting palm. Without removing his gaze from Ezekiel, the Northern monarch weighed it a moment in his open hand, one large coyote ear dipped to hear the pleasant tinkle of jewel on gold within.
He did not insult the other male by opening the bag and surveying the contents. Such a thing was heavily disrespectful between merchants, and although Sirius did not trust Ezekiel as far as he could throw him, in such a monetary situation he did not doubt that the payment was sufficient. The golden prodigal son was many things, but the Hunter did not peg him for a shortchanger.
The proposal was considered at length, the only sound to break such thoughtful silence being the gentle clanking and chiming from within the supple leather pouch. Finally, and somewhat suddenly, black lips peeled back to reveal sharp yellow. Olive eyes glinted wickedly a moment before concealing themselves to a businesslike briskness once more. "It will be done. Return here, two seven-days from now, to this spot, at this time. Your delivery will be waiting with a dear subject of mine," The pouch of payment was slipped under the heavy bearcoat, stored away in some secret pocket within. One elegant but deadly hand then reached for the slack reins of the two lanky beasts Ezekiel had tethered. The other, that which had dipped into his pocket, returned now with something glittering in palm. It was a small and dulled golden broach in the shape of a peacock, with tiny little gems of sapphire and emerald dotting out the bird's splendid plumage. "A precaution, of course. Have whoever comes to collect the horses bring this. My man will not hand the beasts over until it has been shown and returned, to prevent any would-be thieves from a poor impersonation." If the broach wasn't shown, then it was highly likely that Larkspur, he who Sirius would probably entrust the horses to, would kill the man that Ezekiel sent (unless it was the Aquila himself). One could not be too careful with trespassers.
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