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It seemed that the tense aggression between them was over. Sirius was glad of this, for while he would never lose the paranoia that came with being the presence of an Eagle, the Fox was not eager to damage such pretty plumage. His venomous gaze appreciated the hard, handsome lines of the other man with a hungriness that one could have mistaken for desire of the flesh - However, his lusts were still said to lie with the fairer gender. Perhaps it was the power that the Aquila held that enticed the Thistle King so; Regardless, he found himself drawn to the golden youth, a dark shadow pulled closer to dancing firelight.
Ezekiel's pretentious words were dismissed with an ungentlemanly snort. The Revlis man held no favor for the pitiful fools who sought to waste themselves on gods - While he dared not disbelieve, for fear that such could conjure a wrath far greater than that of any mortal being, it suited the devilish ruler to think of Gods as having little time for useless mortals. The power of a deity was surely not wasted on the likes of them; What point then in pining for the power of a guardian that would not care for you? There was simply nothing to be gained. The right to rule came from those who sought to grasp power, and hold it. Sirius knew no other way.
The unfamiliar name he was given made the hybrid's large, coyote ears flicker back in quick annoyance. He had grown tiresome of those who used another language to confuse him, as the Kimaris woman so often did, but there was little effort for such a small retaliation. "Savage times breed savage folk, Gabrielson. I come, as you do, to seek information on those who came through here not long ago," He made a vague gesture North, where the jagged teeth of the mountain bit into the brittle sky. "I hear whispers of a merging of power, the claiming of land not far from here. Such a thing would be foolish to ignore," While he spoke with silver tongue, darker thoughts lingered behind narrowed pupils. It irritated him to know no more than the man before him - It irritated him to be lacking in any sort of knowledge. The sooner this task was completed, the better.
With a jolty tug on the reigns, Sirius jerked his stallion's head North, peeling off from the other male to ride at a sharp trot towards the rocky land of Halcyon. One hand waved to show that the other man might accompany him, if he chose it - It would be unwise for them to both risk danger, when four eyes would serve better than two. For now, at least, perhaps the two men could be allies; For now, until they parted presence. Sirius did not often hold fast to friendships with men the likes of Ezekiel de le Poer.
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