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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 3:45 am
 Alec Redrick remembered staring at his alpha in disbelief, their 'pack' wasn't conventional, not by a long shot... simply a group of individuals who had been thrust together by circumstance. Everyone seemed to have a secret, and no one was telling them. Not that Alec cared, the less he knew about them and the less they knew about him, the easier it would be to keep them at arms length. Still, this whole situation came as a big surprise even to him. "You want me to do what?" The words were pretty much lost to the growl that rumbled with them. Surely he was hearing things? There was no way the guy had just said that they were under threat from another pack (possibly due to a land dispute though they weren't sure), and that he needed Alec to regularly patrol the board that connected them. Sure, Alec understood why he was being picked on rotation with Taylor, but that didn't change how he felt right now. Among even their own kind Alec was different, not burdened with needing the full moon to change, of course, like all Were's he had no choice about shifting under the light of the full moon. It was as natural as breathing, and the pleasure pain of the shift was something that he practically coveted. Freedom. He never did well around too many humans, it was part of the reason he had wandered to such a remote part of the world, the snow and ice keeping most humans and hunters at bay, and his wolf was drawn to the natural wolves that called this land home. Reluctantly he had nodded and simply replied with a sharp, "Fine." That had been two weeks ago, and despite catching the scent trails of others he hadn't seen anyone, nor had Taylor, and the more 'nothing' they found the more Alec started to feel nervous about the whole thing. Something wasn't right. Eyes of unnatural blue shone brightly under the waxing moon as he scanned the land, looking desperately for the slice of the puzzle he was missing. Rusty Zipper Just a little something, if you want anything changed just poke me and I would be happy to.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:40 am
 This assault was his and that pack was either going to succumb to his alpha or they were going to end up scattered, or worse, slaughtered. Ramon did what he was told, simple as that, it was just how things worked in his pack. They were tight, some raised by the older pack members, some brought in from afar.
Ramon, he had his own story to tell, considering that he was a fresh blood amongst his kind but the scars on him spoke of many fights. Either that, or he simply had an obsession with pain that had gone too far. He'd lost his left eye, once upon a time, and across his back ran deep scars of claws, undoubtedly produced by another were but despite of having a disturbed depth perception, he'd learned to manage so well that he'd assured himself a spot near the alpha. Which was why he was trusted with this.
Capture, don't kill, his Alpha had said.
Very well, he hadn't planned to kill anyway.
Gray eyes were briefly illuminated by the moonlight as he crouched downwind, making sure those who had come with him were on position or at least moving to their positions. Four others, besides him. A tiny handful of their pack. He and the alpha had been planning it for ever since they found out about the patrol snooping around and it was time to strike. Besides, who else was going to be better to take down than the very patrol itself.
The little growl that rang from his throat was the mark. The only sound splitting the silence before they were all out in the open, aiming for one quick lunge at the one to be captured with every intent of bringing him down quick and easy. Ramon wasn't a part of that attack. He was the one coordinating things, sniffing the air to ensure no others were near-by, to keep the others from. "Take him alive," he snarled. Of course, he was unaware of any possibilities that the male might change forms. That was the one thing he hadn't even considered, knowing how rare the possibility itself was. Syaoran-Puu Right back at you, anything needing a change, let me know.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 5:14 am
Alec wasn't sure what had caused him to shift his attention to the left, but it was a good thing he did. Eyes narrowed as his ears picked up... a... he wasn't sure what, but it was a noise of some sort, something that had broken the near eerie silence of the place he had come to call home. On his feet, he only had a moments warning before several men leapt from their cover. Blue eyes widened in alarm even as he scurried back. Alec hated retreating, but being outnumbered by so many put him at a huge disadvantage -even with his change. He did the only thing he could, he turned and ran. Not that it seemed to help, they were faster than him. Already he could hear them, could smell their hot breath as it polluted the perfection of their surroundings, hear their wordless breathy taunts. In the back of his mind he realised he vaguely recognised some of the scents, had tried to track a few of them over the past two weeks. His heart fluttered liked a caged hummingbird trying to escape. He tried to faint a left but underestimated their closeness, falling straight into the grasp of one of them. Panic flood his eyes a moment before it was replaced by steeled determination. He wouldn't go down without a fight. He punched and kicked, anything to try and worm himself free. Not that he was sure he could even get far if he managed it, but giving up was not an option. His change! Should he risk it? Not many knew of his unusual skill, and sometimes it was much safer to keep it that way than alert anyone to the fact he was different. For Alec was different... and he had been hunted enough for a lifetime. Still, if it was a matter of life or death.... his mind fumbled with his arguments as his body tried to overcome the onslaught of attacks. It was coming from every direction. They were playing with him. Alec growled, the noise practically feral. "Get off me you b*****d!" He clawed at the others faces, bodies, anything he could reach... his fangs already starting to extend. The only problem with changing without the full moon was time... it took much longer and used up so much energy, probably the reason why he was so skinny. Glowing blue eyes shone, the iris's already changing shape. Fingers snapped and reformed as claws appeared, his face rapidly changing. It was agony. It was joy. A tortured growl was ripped from his throat. The beast saw things very differently to Alec. Gone was the rationalisation only to be replaced by a pure survival instinct. Never corner a rabid beast unless you were prepared for its bite... and Alec, had one hell of a bite. Rusty Zipper Nah, you're all good. That picture of Ramon is both alluring and disturbing XD haha. *gets tingles*
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 5:54 am
He could feel it in the air, the excitement of his pack members when their victim ran. Ramon could sense it with every cell of his body and he was so very tempted to barge forth and join the hunt that always did make his blood boil so pleasantly. He didn't have to be in the wolf form to enjoy a good chase. The excitement merely fed the beast inside. He licked his lips and gave an irritated grunt as he chased after his pack-members to the point where the were had been caught up with... And he was changing?! "Pull back!" His voice had a sharp bark to it, a demand that made him rise ranks above them. The numbers of those who could change without the assistance of a full moon were low. He knew of two in his pack, neither of which had come along, considering that the alpha had other things to attend to and the other one was too old to hunt. The last time Ramon himself had faced one like that out in the open, he'd lost his eye, and gotten a portion of his scars that had been too deep to heal. They were vulnerable like that, when they were human and his pathetic pups had missed the chance. Regardless, that meant he has something over them that the others didn't. Experience when it came to dealing with furry beasts. Ramon stepped forward, cautious and yet very much hostile. Silver flashed in a gloved hand, a sharp knife with enough steel content to make it sturdy and unlike any other, he wasn't ashamed of using it on a fellow were. If the one ahead of him was planning on biting, he'd bite right back and those who remained circling the wolf in a safer distance were right there to back him up. He growled, a warning, a threat, a demand - all at once and the fact that he hadn't changed forms didn't make him shrink before the other. "I'm taking you back to my alpha whether it's in bits or in one piece, your choice," he warned. The change certainly leveled things up. Five against one suddenly seemed like a fair game, as far as Ramon cared and Mistress Moon knew that he would not back down. Syaoran-Puu Hey, at least it totally lives up to the name 'werewolf'.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:06 am
He shook himself, stretching and adapting to his new body. His senses flared to life, the world now shrouded in a contrast of black and white, but he could tell exactly where the heart beats stood, could see them, practically taste them... Alec was partly aware of a commanding voice breaking through the gloom of the change and the continued attack, not that it stopped him, he sliced and struck at anything that was close enough and was rewarded with the drip of precious rubies upon his claws. Chest heaving, he watched and waited, turned in a circle to see that they had surrounded him, watching him, stalking him. Then that voice rang out again, his head whipped in the direction and he saw a man with harsh features and lots of visible scars... one word whispered in his mind, hunter. He snapped his jaw, a warning of his own. Alec had already decided to fight, at least until the point he could escape, but seeing this new comer whose voice seemed to dare you defy his dominance sent a shiver through his unconscious mind. His eyes quickly assessed the guy, left eye appeared useless... perfect side to send his true attack. Wasting no more time he lunged, his rear legs perfect for the task, his left clawed hand raised and ready for the assault. Timing, he had to get the timing right. Sheer determination drove him. Muscles flexed, and the ruffles of black fur stood out in harsh contrast to the lighter flesh. His eyes were narrowed, focused. In his minds eye things moved slowly. One. His heart raced, he was nearly upon his target. Closer. Closer. Two. A low growl erupted from his throat. Three. He struck, swiping out with his left hand before instantly doing the same with his right in the hopes to catch the guy off his guard and land his blows. Playing fair wasn't part of the rules.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:17 am
A fight? That fool truly insisted on a fight? Ramon blinked, before his eye fixated on the wolf, sizing him up, attempting to force him back with a mere glare that held all the intention and life-force he had boiling in him. Somewhere in there, his own wolf moved, paced the confines Ramon's body was and clawed the man from the inside, urging to be freed from it's prison. He could practically taste the scent of the blood that had already been spilled and it excited him, egged him on to laugh in the face of danger and do the best he could to take the wolf down. To make him whimper and be reminded why it was stupid to fight against many when there was just one of him. Slowly, that one good eye measured over the sharp claws and assessed the strength they could hold; would probably hold. The strength that could probably snap his spine if he wasn't careful. Ramon didn't dodge. It wasn't stupidity nor the fact that he'd missed a second that kept him still for a moment longer. It was the fact that he had the guts to face another were even if he was clearly in a position that would end with a loss. Rather than dodging, he threw himself forward, the silvery blade flashing in the air with every intention to be jammed into the wolf's gut. He'd had a choice, pieces it would be then. Smelling the scent of the other wolf, as if it were a cloud of perfume squirted into his face came before he crashed against the furry body, before he could feel the claws digging into his own skin, drawing blood. He growled, pained and furious, still somewhat of a beast even if he appeared so very human. All he wanted was to end it, quickly. To bring the wolf down beneath his weight and press the blade at his throat. He didn't feel like drawing that fight out, not really. But he did love the way sheer adrenaline made his heart pound in his chest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:56 am
It may have been a stupid idea to fight, but that was what most cornered animals did, and while the adrenaline and fear mixed together to create a heady combination he felt strangely exhilarated. Alec was aware that his first strikes had hit the mark, but the surprise from the other lunging at him rather than retreating was yet another mistake to add to his rising list today. Cold... metal.... he hissed as pain radiated, started to whine a little at the severe burning sensation that flooded his abdomin... silver? Had they really used silver against him? He growled again, his jaw stretched taut to reveal the two sharp lines of canines. Perfect for tearing through flesh and bone. Suddenly he felt as if he had fallen into a well placed trap. They had been more than ready and prepared for him. His beast wanted to rip the guys head off, but the pain from his wound was unbearable, and unfortunately likely to scar.... without wasting any more time he grabbed at the blade and the hand attached, pulling sharply and twisting it away once it was free, before leaping back. He should have broken his wrist. Should have snapped his neck. Cursing himself he heavily placed a hand over his wound even as blood dripped freely through his clawed fingers.... b*stard had known exactly where to strike him at his weakness. Foolishly he had underestimated his opponent. Alec narrowed his eyes, again doing a quick surveillance of those that surrounded him. Too many. He could never outrun them all, especially now. Fighting was really his only option. Releasing the wound with a soft hiss he fell to his all fours and charged. Rusty Zipper It's official... I am very rusty at fight scenes o.O Sorry!
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:09 am
Ramon had planned his assault, but he hadn't known who he was going up against. The silver-forged blade happened to be a weapon he did wear with himself at all times, except on a full moon. He had enough scars to show already, getting any extra wasn't going to be necessary and yet, he was bleeding, too. The claws had drawn blood and he could feel that warm fluid dribble down his arm and his side. And when his hand had been grabbed, he'd lost the blade just the same, the said cold weapon laying on the ground. The wound and the scent of more fresh blood narrowed down the circle of the rest of the wolves, drawing them closer, leaving them waiting for the perfect chance to try and do as much damage with fists and knees than possible. When the were lunged forth again, Ramon dropped down and rolled himself from the line of fire, reaching out to grasp at his knife again. Meanwhile the rest of the group did what they could, one attempting to take advantage of their prey being on all fours and throwing himself over him to try and bring him down, whilst the others busied themselves simply to cause as much damage as possible. They were the perfect distraction, too, because the next assault came from Ramon himself. All with the bloody bodies of his comrades, he was back again, knife flashing once more in his grasp. "Go on, " he snarled, "the more you fight me, the more I'll want to hurt you." There was a sickeningly excited laughter from the man as he reached out to try and grasp at a furry limb. Enough pain to each of those and it'd be over, he figured. Well, he could always try. Syaoran-Puu Unfortunately, so am I. It's been so long. Best shake that rust off of ourselves, no?
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:43 am
Drats he missed! That was the only thoughts he had had before they lunged on him from all directions. His legs were taken out from under him and he tripped and rolled. Hit after hit landed, again and again, over and over, on his body... so hard that bruises were already starting to show. At times the pain drew hisses and growls from his throat, spurring him on to fight harder. Alec slashed and kicked and fought for all he was worth, he had managed to knock several away, but they were like flies around a pile of crap, the moment you knocked one or two out of the way more came to replace them. Somehow he had managed to get back onto his feet again, but it didn't last for long. Strike after strike the relentless attack raged on, and despite his best efforts to keep up, he was fighting a losing battle. His energies already drained from forcing the change. Everything hurt. His eye had swollen to the point that it refused to open and he was panting from the mere exertion... he wouldn't last much longer like this. Suddenly the familiar authoritative voice roared behind him, but he was only half aware of it, his mind else where as he blocked yet another attack before striking with one of his own. Wolves everywhere. Something grabbed his arm... no, someone.... and as he turned with teeth bared he knew exactly who it was. Blade in hand to taunt him. There was nothing he could really do and the swine knew it! Even in the moment with his gaze locked with his 'foe' the onslaught continued.... Alec fell to his knees, his working eye scrunched closed for a moment as he worked through the pain. Slowly he opened it up, piercing blue shone out as he looked up at the leader of the group. He growled but made no more move to fight back... Alec hadn't completely given up, but fighting a losing battle wasn't getting him anywhere. Perhaps he would get a moment to strike when they lowered their guard and assumed he was nothing but defenceless.... he could only hope.... after all, Alec had no intention of dying tonight. Rusty Zipper At least it's not just me. Think it's been about five years since I did a none dice-roll-battle. <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:59 am
It could have been a bloody massacre. Even a single one less of his own pack and more of a killing intent from that were, and they could have all been dead. As things were, at least one of his own had backed away from the fight, clutching at his bleeding injuries and staying in a safer distance, clearly knowing his own limits. Ramon, however, didn't care much for limits. He obeyed a single wolf and that was his alpha, all alse could growl and howl at him all they wanted because he knew where his loyalty lay and he knew he was willing to sacrifice to bring back a trophy for his alpha. Oh yes, he couldn't really kill this time. What a shame. The blade in Ramon's hand wasn't just to taunt. It was there to dig into flesh the moment there was more of a reason for it. "Don't you growl at me," he hissed between his teeth, clutching at the arm in his grasp so hard that his own blunt nails dug in. "One wrong move and I'll slice you up so much your mother wouldn't recognize you, pup." The fact that the fighting had ceased on the wolf's part certainly didn't fool Ramon. His single eye remained focused, glaring down the were as he shifted closer. "You're going to play nice and you're going to turn right back because I'm not heaving you back biting and growling. Right now, I'm willing to cut through every tendon in your limbs to render you immobile. I'm sure you know how pesky those are to heal."Unshaken, he lowered his head a little closer to the other wolf, keeping the eye-contact. "What will it be?" He expected fighting, to be honest. He expected an attempt to lash out more and that was why the silver blade was still held in his gloved hand. He expected more excruciating pain raining down on himself before they could take the were down and haul him back to their grounds but he was willing to take the chances. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have been there, pushing on. Syaoran-Puu I sincerely can't remember how long it's been for me but hey, we'll work it out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 11:23 am
'Don't you growl at me' He growled at that, before his mind had even had time to process the demand. This guy was not his alpha, he didn't have to obey him and trust that he would do right by all in the pack. Some may have even blamed their alpha for the situation Alec found himself in, after all he was only here because the guy had ordered it of him... but Alec didn't blame him, they had been worried about the neighbouring pack and either way this incident would prove that they were right. An idea flashed, and even as he listened to the rest of the guys words his mind churned with his own agenda. He needed to warn his pack. Alec knew he would only get one chance at this, knew he would likely get punished severely for even trying.... but he had to, his duty to a pack that had accepted him without questioning his twisted past had gained his allegiance. Before he got a chance to move though the guy moved closer, the threat clearly not veiled and that silver blade glinted in menace. It caused Alec's eyes to widen, at least for a moment until he pushed the stray emotion back down. Still, he knew what his response was. It was now or never, he realised as the guy waited for an answer. The noise started off in the back of his throat, growing louder and louder as he tossed his head back and howled. Despite his best efforts the howl sounded slightly pained even to his own ears. Alec could only hope that someone would hear him and alert the others before he was forced to stop....
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:40 pm
So, the choices were made. Ramon's hand curled into a fist that was aimed straight at the were's throat. Nothing quite like a good punch in the throat to shut someone up. "Knock our little hero out and let's haul him off," he growled his demand at the rest of those accompanying him. Oh but he stayed close, more than eager to see the were show any further signs of a fight just so he could go ahead and go through with his threat of slicing through some tendons. He sniffed the air, his eye narrowing as the breeze brought more scents to him. They needed to hurry up and take their prisoner instead of just hanging around because he could smell at least one other were near-by. The wolf's pack members perhaps? And if there was more, it was time to run. All they really needed was one to take. Admittedly, it was going to be a bother to keep that one since he could turn at will but he was simply going to need to make sure that he wouldn't. Snap a little collar on the male, maybe? Shamefully that wasn't his decision to make and his alpha was actually a lot more merciful than he seemed to be. Lucky little stranger.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:55 pm
He blanched and keeled over a little, gasping and desperately trying to get his throat to work again. Darn that hurt, a lot! He had expected it, but the reality seemed far harsher than the idea. Alec glowered up at the guy when he gave his next order, a silent growl rumbling from his tender and beaten throat, his teeth bared and coated in his own blood.... he couldn't sit still, couldn't just let them knock him out and drag him who knows where.... his eyes darted to the tree line... if only he could make it.... ...someone approached, clearly intent on fulfilling their 'leaders' order, he took his change. Half lunging up as he knocked into them to cause them to lose their balance before he sprung to life and started to run... Alec didn't get far though, someone grabbed his legs, dragging him back to the ground. He snapped his jaw at them, desperate for freedom, desperate to live, but wiggling and squirming seemed useless, and he was aware of the red spotted path he was leaving... maybe it would help his pack find him? Help them figure out what the hell had happened? Yet right now such hope seemed slim, and he had bigger fish to worry about. One leg slipped free just as another of the wolves leapt on him, cutting off his airway with a strategic forearm to the throat. Doubling his efforts he did everything he could to get free. Soon the world started to fade. Blackness consuming his vision, and despite his struggles there was nothing to hold it at bay. He was lost to the darkness. Unconscious and wounded his body started to shrink back to its original state. The snow bloody and melting around him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:16 pm
The moment the were's body fell limp, was the moment when it was all about getting him out of there. He was heaved up from the cold snow between Ramon and another, who was less injured than the others and plain and simple carried off as fast as they could. The scene left behind was a mess, full of footprints and smeared with blood but at the very least, they all left on their own. Except for their target... but that was a different story to tell. It was a gamble with merciless time as it kept ticking away and Ramon couldn't be sure just how long the wolf would stay out of it and how long it would take to carry him back to their pack. What waited ahead were not caves or little holes dug into the snow. It wasn't even a camp but a tiny village of sorts. The pack had lived there for decades, out of sight for anyone too nosy and always around, minding their own business. There were children running about, throwing snow at one another and playfully growling. There were women hanging clothes to dry and men who were skinning their latest catch and preparing a meal. Things were functional and now was one of the rare times when their alpha had chosen to pick trouble. Ramon didn't know his reasoning and Ramon didn't care. All he cared about was the pride he felt when the were was dumped on the ground before the blond. "Brought you one. I'm not going back anytime soon, this one changes forms at will, if there are more, I need to heal first."The smile on the alpha's face was considerate and the praise was obvious. "Throw him in a cell and lock it up." Ramon nodded, this time gesturing for other wolves to take care of it. The said cell was again sturdy and strong, meant to keep the young weres as they were learning to handle their transformations because some were a whole lot more hostile than the others. Ramon had been a violent changer once. A true beast during the full moon but as time had passed, he'd learned to control the instincts that told him to tear the flesh and slaughter. Things had changed a lot but the stranger there was still going to be lucky. The cot in the cell was warm and clean, the room around was kept warm just the same, there was little to complain about, except for the obvious because Ramon doubted that anyone would offer to clean his injuries. He was the stranger they'd stolen away. A chip for bargains, nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:37 pm
Alec came awake with a start. His breath gasping, and the agony of his abdomen roaring to life with avengeance. F*ck that hurt! He clasped his hand to the thing as his eyes frantically tried to figure out where he was. He was vaguely aware that he had been taken, by who and for what purpose he had no idea, but they had took him all the same. Forcing himself to his feet and using the wall for balance he begun looking for an escape. The only one appeared to be the door to the cell, clearly it was designed to be impossible to escape from since everything appeared to be reinforced with more steel than he had ever seen. A small light bulb cast the place in a strange eerie light, and looking at it hurt his too sensitive eyes. It was always like this after a change, his body remembering the animal side even once it returned... and drats but he was starving. Two changes in such a short time and no food in the past few hours was certainly taking it's toll on him. Moving to the door he pressed his ear on it, the cold metal was harsh but he couldn't hear anything through it. Frowning he gave up. Part of him wanted to scream and shout, to demand they let him go and tell him what the hell was going on.... but the more sensible part told him to be weary and patient. To take his time and get used to his surroundings before he started charging into a fight he would obviously lose. He needed to use discretion, not that he had ever had much of that in the past, but right now it was Alec's only chance of escape. Moving around the cell he checked every inch, even to the point that he examined the cot. Nothing would come free. He frowned once more, running his free hand through his hair. He had no idea how long he had been there, it felt like hours as he paced and explored and tried to check his own wounds. Everything hurt and ached, and the only thing he was thankful for was that the b*stard hadn't sliced into his tendons as he had threatened... he practically winced at the thought. Being stuck here AND incapacitated seemed like a recipe for disaster, and being so vulnerable didn't appeal at all. Delicately he touched his wound again, it was still bleeding and he was starting to fear that the blood loss would kill him. He had two options, use the blanket on the cot or shred a piece off his shirt. Alec rolled his eyes, as if it was a choice, he would use the blanket... who cared right now if he made them angry? Bringing it to his mouth he tore a strip off the bottom and pressed it tightly to the wound, willing it to close and seal.... or at the very least, stop bleeding.
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