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[center][h1][color=97b597]Xavier[/color] [color=gray]&[/color] [color=c4df9b]Aethel[/color] [color=gray]Beowulf[/color][/h1][/center]
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Xavier moves to stand up, but Aethel is quicker and grabs the Alpha’s wrist that holds Killian’s. [color=c4df9b]“My, what bad manners you seem to have.”[/color] The second eldest croons in a mocking tone. [color=c4df9b]“There’s far more of [i]us[/i] than there is [i]you[/i].”[/color] His grip tightens. 

[color=97B597]“We tell you that this man belongs to a guest and you think it wise to push yourself onto him? How truly rotten your clan must be to try and pull this sort of stunt in our presence.”[/color] Xavier leans back in his seat and raises his hand to motion for a couple of their beefier clan men to kick the brute out. He’s only showing this level of calm as he knows Aethel can break the man’s wrist easily.