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Copper Jaguar’s eyes narrowed as he gazed upon Little Ghost Wing – a stranger, yet despite the situation, he found himself inexplicably warming to the younger man’s presence. His eclectic style of dress notwithstanding, the cut of his clothing and accent identified him as a native of Nexus. | Copper Jaguar’s eyes narrowed as he gazed upon Little Ghost Wing – a stranger, yet despite the situation, he found himself inexplicably warming to the younger man’s presence. His eclectic style of dress notwithstanding, the cut of his clothing and accent identified him as a native of Nexus. | ||
− | “You are far from home, Nexian,” Copper Jaguar rumbled. “And while I doubt not that we meet here regarding a | + | “You are far from home, Nexian,” Copper Jaguar rumbled. “And while I doubt not that we meet here regarding a shared interest, I fear we may not share a common purpose.” A grim smile touched his lips as he continued. “This would…disturb me. Declare yourself – Do you stand with Mithric or Johr in the coming strife?” |
A lesser man would have quailed under the Ardelethian’s stern gaze and the veiled threat that lay beneath it. <s>But Little Ghost Wing had been raised to adulthood in the mean streets of Nexus and feared no man, neither lord nor villain.</s> <i>But Little Ghost Wing, raised to adulthood in the harsh underworld of Nexus, was all too used to threats.</i> His smile twisted into a smirk as he replied to the Zenith’s query. | A lesser man would have quailed under the Ardelethian’s stern gaze and the veiled threat that lay beneath it. <s>But Little Ghost Wing had been raised to adulthood in the mean streets of Nexus and feared no man, neither lord nor villain.</s> <i>But Little Ghost Wing, raised to adulthood in the harsh underworld of Nexus, was all too used to threats.</i> His smile twisted into a smirk as he replied to the Zenith’s query. |