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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 9, 2014 4:43:16 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... The lumbering giant stood at the end of the short hallway which placed him right at the top of the stairs, he would blink a few times his ears catching her voice with a bit of hesitation in his step he moved forward. A very subtle flinch came to life on his features as he walked along, his step steady, and slow; he was not scared he had never been scared of the fox there was something else slowing his step. It was something that was as normal to his thoughts as the blinding rage that seemed to overtake him when he was around this woman; Ivan would never be able to explain it, but deep down he had grown used to the routine. It was almost always the same, she dominated on the battlefield overpowering him or outdoing him in some way, then on some occasions she would lure him to follow her somewhere more private. After which the woman would dominate the man in other ways, though when it came to that he would argue that fact she was not always in charge when they where both rolling around performing the deed, but even then as pleasurable as the thoughts where, which was something he would never admit, he could not stop himself from wondering why he always took her bait. Just like right now, he was stepping to the open door of her room knowing well she had taken the jacket on the purpose...
Eventually the empty door frame of her room would be graced with the image of the blood soaked man who would give her but a glance not saying a word, his eyes where quick to scan the contents of the room for his jacket. Once he spotted it he would simply let himself in, the large man having to duck his head as he made his way to the jacket that had been so carelessly tossed onto the couch of her room. She was next to it, so the next scene that would unfold would be innevitably witnessed with her own two eyes; the man would let go of his cleaver letting it drop onto the ground the heavy blade practically slamming onto the wooden surface of her floor. A sense of relief would wash over his blood stained face, instinctively he reached up for his shoulder his hand however dared not touch the open wound, all it did was hover over it a deep sigh escaping the man as he felt the tip of his fingers brush against the ends of the torn stitching. This was going to get worse as time went on, Lelage was going to scold him for this...
With a kneel the large man reached for his jacket, aiming to take what was his quietly then leave; but it seemed he would not get to do like he wanted, which was usually the case when this woman was involved. Whether it was the steady loss of blood, the fact he had not eaten in almost an entire day, or a combination of his lack of food with the stress this wound put on his body. Too many possibilities that could be thrown together to provide a reasonable theory, at the end of it all though he felt fain. His golden eyes that usually gave the fox a piercing glare which burned with rage, would give her a very weak version of the glare that usually burned into her. Soon though it would soften as he felt his body suddenly begin to shut down, "Tch...fuck you..." he whispered to her before letting his body do what it wanted to do, what he ha neglected to give it in his excitement after picking up her trail again.
He fell over, Ivan would let his body go limp like a rag dolls one would imagine his head would land on her soft lap but no instead he missed it by inches, sliding right passed it until his hard head made contact with the hard floor. Ivan would cough signaling he was still awake, the tough son of a bitch reached up placing a blooding hand on her thigh, it shook, and the squeeze was weak but there was still something behind it. With whatever burning will power still drove this man he forced himself up, bringing his head up to rest it on her lap. He remained with the weak eyes that glared up at her, like a defeated wolf that knew he was done for but refused to accept the result of its own mistakes. He reached up with the same bloody hand that grabbed her thigh to reach for her face, but he fell short his wound hitting him with a sharp pain, as his hand dropped the hand brushing against her torso sliding across her left breast, and down to her hips leaving a streak of blood on her being.
"G--give me my damn...jacket" he managed to force out with an angry growl staring at the woman, his head resting on her lap which as much as he hated to admit it was rather comfortable as it always had been.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 10, 2014 4:03:12 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT She paused and waited, everything was laid out as she needed it – there was even a bottle of whiskey to her right for her to use not only to numb the pain but to dull his sensors. Though it seemed that his sensors were already quite dull, she could make out his movements as his cleaver dragged along the corridor. When he did finally reach her door Zero looked up from threading the needle in her hand “You look like shit.” She couldn’t help but state the obvious and then look down at the needle as she finished threading it. Her comment also acted as a reminder to what she needed to do first. She wouldn’t lie that the mere sight of him in her doorway, bloodied or not, was a turn on.
Twisting in her spot she would reach for a candle and light it, it would help when she stitched him. A hot needle would make sure germs are dead and it would limit inflection. There was a clank and Zero’s eye focused again at him, he had taken a few steps in and let his cleaver drop to the ground. Now he stop before her, his face portraying his relief as the sword no longer was supported by his being. Almost instinctively he had reached for his wound and Zero almost parted her lips to say something but he had been smart enough to leave it be and lower his hand back down. He kneeled before her to reach for his coat and Zero knew that the moment his knee felt the ground he would not be getting back up. Staring at him with a blank expression as he gave a half arsed glare she smiled when he said ‘fuck you’ retorting with “You wouldn’t be able to keep up in that state.” Letting his body do all the work for her she watched him slip and lose his balance, hitting the floor with a loud thud she actually flinched slightly. Not because he could be unconscious on the floor of her room but because it would be a crap job of lifting him if he was.
When he coughed however she eased a little and kept a steady gaze on him as he forced his body to work, his rough hand coming to rest on her thigh. He wasn’t gentle about it but Zero was used to this man’s touch and just let him rest his head on her lap. By now she had already started to heat up the needle, pushing aside thoughts of what she could do to his body and replacing them with thoughts of stitches and stopping the blood. It was clear to see he had lost too much for one day. Ivan then moved his hand to reach up to her face, it actually made her freeze for a moment as she hadn’t had contact like that in a while and the memory the touch stirred was an interesting one to say the least. Though it was short lived, his hand slipped from her cheek and followed the shape of her body as it fell to the couch.
“You can have it when I’m done, now shut up.” Seeing that he wasn’t going to be moving from her lap she took the time to gauge if she could stich his shoulder from here. It was difficult and she hadn’t really considered just how much blood was seeping from that wound. “Tch, you are so careless” She actually was annoyed that he let a wound like this happen so she wasn’t all that gentle when she put the needle down and opened the whiskey bottle. Spilling some of it over a gauze pad, some of it falling directly onto his wound. Then she took a couple of gulps from the bottle and gave it to him “Drink.” The moment the words left her mouth she started to clean his wound, noting that there were stitches already there and broken. “You really are an idiot.” She pulled the stitches out, it wouldn’t have felt nice so she hoped that he would at least drink that whiskey to nub the pain – she wasn’t completely insensitive.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 10, 2014 15:42:06 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... All he did was grunt as the woman talked to him, like always she was taking charge of the situation giving him orders, and telling him what to do. The giant man stayed still, as stubborn as he was, and as much as he hated her; he would not deny the fact that his wound was in bad shape again but also he had the pretty split on his forehead too which rested just above his brow. With a deep sigh the man remained still letting the Fox do what she needed in order to tend to his wound. When the alcohol hit his eyes would widen with pain, and Ivan would bury his face between her thighs grunting in pain as he bit down on his own teeth grinding them against one another. The hand which rested on the couch would dig into the cushions squeezing as hard as he could, the pulsing pain that was radiating from his wound was unbearable but he knew it was necessary to get the injury in better shape. When her voice rang in his ears the man grabbed the bottle of whiskey, being rather sloppy about it he brought it it to his lips practically sucking on the rim of the bottles opening downing as much of the whiskey as he could.
In between deep gulps he grunted feeling when she tugged at the snapped stitching, pulling them from his skin taking the bottle from his mouth Ivan rests his head on her lap again this time his bloodied cheek on her lap purposely his face turned away from the wound she was treating. Deep breaths would be caught in his throat every once in a while signaling to the obvious sting that was focused on the shoulder. There on his knees though, Ivan would not help but think just where the Silver Fox had been this entire time. He had no idea where this woman had vanished to, it was always the same routine he found her, he fought her, and he would find himself well...doing extra curricular activities with her afterwards. But it had been an entire year since he had felt her touch, since he had heard her voice, and although he would never admit this openly to her; part of him had missed this woman. Her presence was something that Ivan could always count on, and despite the long empty months he had felt chasing different marks, and finding himself in various misadventures. Not one day would pass where his mind would not refresh his memory with thoughts of the Silver Fox.
To this day he would never be able to explain why or how it is that this woman always stayed on his mind, but it was eating away at him inside, and he had to know even if she didn't answer he had to ask. All the while the pain remained, but thankfully he had numbed himself to it a bit thanks to the whiskey, and no thanks to her delicate treatment. Slowly his bloodied hand slid across the couch cushion, rising up to grab hold of her arm he tightened his grip all the while turning his face towards her his eyes focused on her cold feminine features. Her words from earlier fell on deaf ears, he could care less about everything she had to say about him, why? Because one question kept bouncing around in his head, and he aimed to voice this question right now.
"....where have you been?" he asked in a low tone, his attention focused on the woman those golden eyes of his glued to her face.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 10, 2014 19:19:05 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT Zero ignored his reactions to her cleaning his wound, she just let him bury his face between her thighs – she actually clenched them together slightly to give him something else to think about. Noting his hand in the corner of her eye she looked at it a moment, it gripped the couch with such strength that Zero had to admire it given his current state. ‘It’s funny what pain can make you do.’ She thought to herself with a smile as she returned to the task at hand.
No more words were shared for a while as she cleaned the wound, though she was aware of what effects this was having on Ivan she was a little uncaring. Ivan drunk and Zero pulled at the broken stitches, for a while there this was all that was happening. As she did this she wondered what he had been doing with himself since she last saw him, she actually let one particular though rest on her mind but then pushed it away. It wasn’t like she really cared anyway.
Having finally cleaned the wound she took the bottle from his hands and checked its contents, a little was left so she gulped it down. The warm liquid contents coating her throat as he asked her a rather interesting question. How to answer that she thought; did she actually have any intention of telling him? She had to admit she was curious as to why he was asking her, did it really matter to him where she was and wasn’t. At that thought she actually chuckled; who was she kidding this guy would never give up hunting her, or course he wanted to know where she had been hiding.
Though she ignored his question, choosing to instead get a move on with fixing him, plus, she didn’t want to answer his question mostly. “I need to you get up.” Putting the empty bottle down, she pushed back on his good shoulder and raised his head. She felt like he was putting all his weight on her and for the most part, he probably was. “Lose some weight you hulk.” Zero grunted as she sat him up and then directed him to his feet, he wasn’t very stable so she tried to make this as quick and painless as possible.
Turning him she made him sit on the couch, having decided this was the best place to position him in she she could work. She stood in front of him for a moment, a rather playful grin on her lips then without hesitation she straddled him, her strong thighs resting over his legs. “Now don’t get too excited” She teased as she took up a cloth and whipped his forehead, it wasn’t so bad and didn’t need much attention, just a clean and that was it. So turning to the side she picked up the needle and let it hover over the candle to heat it. He had a wonderful view now over her curves and she was purposeful in her position as it acted as a distraction to what she was about to it.
Wrapping her arm around his good shoulder she moved in closer to him, her hair falling behind her should and exposing the skin there. Leaning in she begun to pierce his skin and thread the needle through it, neatly she began to stich his shoulder. Maintain this close proximity to his body actually gave her slightly tingles, it felt good to be this close to him again.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 10, 2014 19:59:10 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... She ignored him entirely, not even choosing to address the question in any way shape or form he would have argued that, but his lack of energy told him otherwise. All she did was order him to move the man would do his best despite his state, the woman would do most of the heavy lifting he would just do what he could with what strength he had left. Groaning the man would ignore her comment on his weight before she sat him on the couch, admittedly he would smirk when she made the comment "As if I would..." he snapped back weakly, letting the woman straddle her weight on his lap he would lean his head back sighing as she prepared the needle. His golden eyes would stare at her, mainly her body the eyes that ones filled with rage now seemed to glisten with lust. He had her body before, granted it was on her terms but even then; there was something about Zero, something about the way she made him feel when they did those things before the way she had burned herself into his brain. It was not just the fact that she defeated him in battle, and was someone he wanted to cleave in half; there was also the physical lust he had for her, the way he felt when he was intertwined with her body...
Shutting his eyes he would feel her lean in close her arm wrapped around his good shoulder as she got to work on his wound, he knew it was going to hurt but he had his eyes shut for a reason he wanted to in a way amplify his other senses. As naive as that seemed, he wanted to feel the warmth of her body, the way her soft mounds pressed against his bare chest, the warmth of her breath that escaped her nostrils with every exhale, and finally her scent. The strongest part of it all, she had a distinct smell about her one he could not say he has smelled elsewhere with her being so close every time he inhaled the scent of iron from his own blood, would mix with the scent that naturally radiated from her body. Despite how much he hated himself for thinking as such, this moment right now the silver fox being so close...there was a calming sense of bliss washing over him, putting him at ease.
Then it was all broken, his illusion shattered when he felt the needle dig into his skin yes the heated point made the process easier but by no means did it make it less painful. "Ah...damn...it" he grunted between his teeth as he felt the needle dig into his wound as the woman stitched it, the male would take sharp breaths now feeling the stinging pain of the needle piercing his flesh. Going through this twice was enough to knock some sense into him the next time he felt like being a stubborn idiot; either way what happened next was entirely on instinct. This woman's body he had shared many pleasures with it, these curves he had run his hands over them many times, and that was why what happened next was second nature for the hulking brute.
First his good arm would snake around her slim waist it was sudden, and rather violent but he was practically embracing her with one arm. Then his lips would press against her neck, the man would grunt feeling the sharp pain every time but doing his best to ignore it; without a warning he would part his lips suck some of the flesh of her exposed shoulder, and bit down on it. Ivan practically growled into the bite, his teeth pinching her skin harshly the slight taste of warm blood soaking the tip of his tongue. A sharp exhale escaped his nostrils, as his golden eyes flared with life his arm not letting go of the fox as he kept her close. The bite however soon became something more, it would lose its harsh pinch replaced with a sucking motion his tongue licking the spot where he felt the blood was spilling from her as slight as it was the small drops of crimson. Ivan was doing what he always did when he got the chance, he was marking her he was making sure to leave his brand on her body; he was making sure to announce that she wasn't free for anyone to take. A wild alpha instinct that surfaced only when the fox was around was taking hold, his mind racing waiting for the opportunity to do so much more to her body again. The thought alone threatening to send the brute into a tailspin which would not stop until his lust found itself satisfied.
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 11, 2014 2:06:24 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT At the angle she was Zero couldn’t make out his facial features. Having a flower embedded into her left eye meant that she was limited in her vision. She had since learnt to deal with the loss of her left eye but it did take some time to get used to it, this by no means made her any less aware. As she tugged on the needle to tighten the thread she felt him flinch and then she felt his breath on her skin as he suppressed a curse and chose other words instead. She didn’t stop however, feeling her own lust for him growing she wanted to get this stitching over with. This wound had already denied her a decent fight and she wasn’t about to let it get in the way of other activities. She grinned at that thought, also because she could feel his body becoming warmer the longer she straddled him, and her own reacting to it.
She only had a few more stitches to make when she felt his fingertips then his hand find the side of her waist, snaking around it to her back when he pulled her closer to him. She could feel her body move, her legs slid along his until her chest was pulled onto his own in a rough manner. His embrace was strong for a man in pain but she knew this was a side effect of being with her and for a moment she closed her eye and just let him hold her tight. For the first time in a long time she truly felt alive again. When his lips found her shoulder her eye would open wide and out of instinct her body pressed firmly into his, her head briefly moving back before she regained her composure. He was biting down hard on her skin, she could feel the sin break and blood seep onto his lips. It was sending her sensors reeling and she was doing all she could to control her own urgers because she knew that she would be finished with his sticking soon.
When he growled however, and started suck on her skin she almost gave up and was about to have her way with him. She closed her eye and actually let him suck for a moment before reminding herself again that she wasn’t far done. Then with a grin she pressed the needle into his skin, the last stitch he would need. It was difficult as he was still at her neck, leaving his mark on her, claiming ownership just like she would later. She did manage however and using both hands she tied the knot and used her teeth to cut the thread. For a moment though she let her hands feel his skin and she nipped the side of his neck while she reached for the bandages. “Mmm…” She purred as she pulled away from him, she needed him to stop so she could put the bad over his wound and then wrap a bandage around it so it would hold it in place.
It was an effort however, to just pull away from him and his iron tight grip but she managed and soon she begun to bandage him. However her movements where inviting as she kept her intense gaze on his eyes, her hands snaking their way around his chest and over his shoulder. Wherever he wasn’t injured she dug her nails slightly into his skin knowing that it would kick in his memory sensors. When she was done she pinned it down so that it wouldn’t loosen then she shifted slightly, her pelvis moving closer into his form along with the rest of her body.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 11, 2014 2:38:32 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... The muscle bound man would allow the woman to finish the stitching, honestly he had become so lost in the moment that the pain that was once sending his senses into a hellish spiral had no pretty much subsided. Though it was still there to an extent, Ivan was more preoccupied with other things, other urges that he had kept bottled up for a year and now he had the chance to let the overflowing lust take hold of him. He was already lost, so much so that when he felt her try to move form his grasp he actually tightened his embrace not wanting her to move; but as always she did get her way, and the Silver Fox managed to slip away with heavy breaths the clearly aroused man would eye her. Keeping his golden pupils locked with hers he would quietly watch her, his eyes from time to time watching the curves of her sensual body. The woman would soon start working the bandage on his body, Ivan would actually smirk feeling her nails purposely digging into his muscles the man enjoyed that sensation just how he had enjoyed her nipping at his skin earlier, he loved it when her nails would push into his hard muscles. When she was done he would watch her quietly, watching her body language which that alone told him where this was going...
His hands would grab her hips guiding her the rest of the way to his lap, when the woman was rested there in place he would finally reach for the face that he had tried to touch before but had failed. His hands cupped her soft, blood stained cheeks the mans thick fingers would caress the skin, his golden eyes looking into hers noticing the flower; something she did not have before. He was curious to touch it, wondered why she wore it...but at the same time his overwhelming lust for this woman would flood in washing away the curiosity that had been born from the blooming flower. Holding her face in his hands the man would lean his face in, wasting no time as his lips found hers, the man trapped the silver fox in a kiss all the lust that had been bottled away, would explode into that one kiss. It was sloppy, it was messy, but it was a kiss he was sharing with her, and that's all he cared about. One hand would slide down her back his bare palm caressing her skin until he reached her firm rear with a strong squeeze. The other hand would slide up running his fingers through her silver locks holding her head in place, and letting him deepen the kiss...
Having her on his lap was a nice sensation, the warmth between her long legs resting on him, the sensation of her full breasts pushed against his bare chest, and just knowing that for the night she would be his. Well it was all enough to make the man forget he even hated her, the rage that had once consumed him for the Silver Fox was even, for the briefest of moments questioned by the bounty hunter. Why did he hate her so much? If at the same time he...well the actions that where unfolding alone explained the rest, using his strong arms to embrace her he would guide her full figure to lay across the surface of the couch with his large body on top of hers, bent at the elbows Ivans arms rested at either side of her on the couch. His hands cupping her cheeks, and his kiss slowing down just a bit as he seemed to regain some control over that overwhelming lust, the sloppy kiss becoming more controlled, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth it could reach...
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Post by Zero Valentine on May 11, 2014 4:23:26 GMT -6
IF YOU WANT ME. COME GET IT When his hands grabbed her hips, guiding her ‘home’ she closed her eye for a moment. The wave of memories poured over her, a mix of pleasure, lust and longing. Again she felt alive in his touch and it was reassuring to know that her life wasn’t just a dream anymore. Thoughts of the last 12 months spiralled out of control in her mind but soon she found them all vanish as he cupped her cheeks. She stared at him as he gazed at her, she wondered for a moment if he would ask her about the flower but she was happy when he didn’t. It was clear to see the lust in his eyes and no amount of conversation was going to happen this night, only the physical language which she was happy to give into for she too was lusting for him.
When he moved to kiss her she didn’t wait for him to come to her, she met him half way. Her lips as messy as his and just as eager, a shiver would form over her skin has his hand ran down her back and grabbing her rear. He led her body down, resting them both on the couch, him on top of her. She could see it in his eyes now, he had missed her, lusted over her while she was gone and tonight she would let him have her. Just like old times she would relinquish control to him and as she wrapped her legs around his waist the two would share a night of lust and passion.
When Zero woke in the morning she saw that Ivan was passed out cold, the nights activities of drink, lust and pain in his shoulder must have taken it out of him. Sitting up she noted that somehow they had made it to the floor but left a trail of devastation along the couch, the walls and the floors. She chuckled to herself and then got up, leaving his warm from was actually hard but she had a task to do this morning.
After showering she checked that he was still out of it, and like usual he was. Dressing and then grabbing a robe she gently moved his arm to the couch leg and tied his wrist to it. It was a running joke she had going, she would tie him up and leave him before he woke. At first it was so she could get the head start but now it escalated into a bit of fun too. “Always a pleasure.” She whispered as she gathered her things and left him laying naked on the floor.
Leaving the tavern Zero paid her nights fare and then hit the road. She had to admit she found the look on the barkeeps face to be priceless – no doubt he had heard the two of them last night.
Zero out~
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 11, 2014 19:02:42 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... A wild night would not even begin to describe what Ivan had experienced a night here instinct had taken hold of both parties involved; there was nothing more to be said, no words where shared the initial moan, and grunt would break the silence. Almost as if he was still lost in that ecstasy fueled moment, he would let his mind race through the thoughts from the way he kissed her, the way he pinned her arms, the sensation of his hands caressing the shape of her curves...everything it was repeating itself in his head. Leaving the large man vulnerable in the deep sleep that he had fallen into, he had no way of waking nor did he have any intention to. However, he would eventually open his eyes still feeling the sleepy sensations cling to his form he would move only his head. A hand reaching up to rub his eyes, he flinched feeling his shoulder sting rather sharply when he moved his arm, glancing over to his shoulder he eyed the wound remembering what had happened. It was then that he noticed she was no longer there, the warmth of her feminine frame had left him, her head no longer resting on his exposed chest.
The man was ready to stand but when he tried to roll over, he felt something hold him back blinking a few times still shaking off the drowsy sensation he turned to look at his arm, it was..rolling his eyes the man sighed harshly. "Again" he whispered to himself shaking his head, the man would feel an annoying poke at the back of his head as his ears got hot, why did she always do this to him? Every time they spent the night together, she always tied him up...why!? The man shook violently his arm trying to break free but it didn't work he was tightly tied in place. Ivan would sigh again turning towards the couch, without wasting any time he would reach the couch obvious frustration written all over the mans face. He would grab under the couch, then using his brute stretch he lifted the couch with relative ease turning it on its side. Pulling the loop off the couch leg he sighed untying the robe from his wrist.
Tossing it aside the man would stop when he spotted himself on the mirror, he saw something he had not seen in an entire year. The scratches that trailed down his chest, some stopping at his abdominal, and others starting at the abdominal going further down his nude physique. Ivan trailed a hand down one of the longest scratches he could see, stopping at the point where it ended. His mind echoed with her moans, and the memories of her sharp nails marking him as hers, just how he had done her when he sucked on her skin, or gripped her body tightly the woman's pale complexion easily bruised. In serious silence the man threw his clothes on, the blood stained coat soon resting on his figure again, and his cleaver returning to its respective scabbard. Making his way down he would stare at the innkeeper who gave him a wide eyed look, Ivan ignored the man stepping out to the town.
He was welcomed by the kiss of the low cool morning winds against his skin, causing a few stings to come from the open cuts on his body. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh morning air, he would smirk looking off to the distance...
"I'm coming for you Silver Fox" he said in his usual deep tone as he started walking off to the right, making his way to the exit of the town not wanting to lose her trail again.
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