05-29-2009, 04:53 PM
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The blonde’s eyes narrowed sharply, focusing in with ferocious intensity on the stranger. Whoever this boy was, the way he presented himself was doing little to impress the Hastati. Ezekiel frowned slightly and shifted his weight. At the claim, Gabriel’s firstborn son—and the son who by all rights was destined to lay claim to the clan—grunted, unimpressed. “So you think that makes you special?” [/html]