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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!
This moment of apparent surprise was all the heated stallion needed; taking the bit between its teeth, it reared, lifting forelegs to lash grey hooves toward the massive beast that had burst into view. Having little ability to read the equine signs, Sirius could do little but grit his teeth and tug harshly at the reigns, sawing the beast's mouth as he struggled again for control. Angry words came from the stranger, and they were stored in the Boss' mind as his steed's front hooves clattered back down to earth.
For a long moment, Sirius did not reply. His attention was too focused to summon anger, and it took some manner of thought to get the beast beneath him to stop dancing. When finally the stallion lessened his antics to nervous fidgeting, the Revlis man allowed his eyes to once more grace the newcomer. But when his face rose, it was lined with a deep and poisonous darkness - Pupils dilated, thin needle slits in the mass of venomous olive that radiated with his displeasure. Sensing the change in his rider's emotions, Black became very, very still, dainty ears flattened as the emotions filtered through his equine senses.
Sirius took a deep breath. "Watch your tone with me, stranger," When he spoke, it was with a voice chilling and persuasive, "I am not an enemy you wish to make," Although tenor tones were mild enough, the threat was there, lingering like barbs just beneath the surface. The crocodile smile, so quick to falsely adorn his face, did not come - The Thistle King was, as yet, too angry for that. One palm settled lightly on the hilt of the dagger strapped to his thigh as gaze gave the other rider a quick once-over. The man looked well armed enough, with the strange contraption he wore, and he sat with much more ease on his horse than Sirius did. For these reasons, and for the fact that in spite of his annoyance he was intrigued by the golden pair, he remained still and showed no further aggression.
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