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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.
The Thistle King sat rigid in the saddle as the other brought his animal nearer, keen gaze drinking in all that was to be seen and had about the other male. He was roughly the same age, and was clearly a hybrid in nature, possessing a lean build not unlike the lanky height of his own. But that was where the similarities ended - From there, the two men appeared to each other as different as night and day. Hawkish yellow eyes clashed with bitter, poisonous olive, and where the other man's pelt was shimmering gold in the dappled sunlight, Sirius' coat remained as dark and brooding as ever.
Allowing Black to dance slightly, the Thistle King moved his mount likewise forward, until the two opposing pairs seemed to be circling one another. As yet, his palm continued to tentatively stroke the carved hilt to his hunting dagger, ready to respond to any sign of physical aggression in the other. Sirius Revlis was not a man who sought fights, nor a bully that picked them when in truth he probably could not win. But while he may not have been outstandingly brave, nor was he a coward, and should the other male make the first move he would rise to match the fight.
Letting the man's first comment slide into oblivion, it was only when his second accusation was voiced that the Thistle King's black lip lifted into a sneer. "You know not even their name, Infernian?" It pleased him to think that Inferni's spies had not penetrated his land as yet, but the time for his beloved Family to remain anonymous was passing. They had claimed the land to the West, and in doing so, had become a force of power that needed declaration. While the innermost secrets of the pack were hidden on charge of death, this, at least, could be revealed. "Salsola, pawn of Gabriel. Call it by that, or by nothing at all," By speaking, it seemed he calmed himself - Anger was quick to divulge itself to the bitterly sharp wit of his mind, and the chameleon knew best how to salvage any situation. Perhaps, this meeting could end well for him, after all. "And how is he - Your glorious Aquila? It has been some time since I saw him last, and rumors spread that his hold on the people has grown slack," It was a pretentious barb, but spoken without malice. Dark pupils glinted at the other male curiously, betraying in slight his hunger for such information.
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