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- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-16-2010 [html] Private. 1000+ In all truth, there was a madness in Gabriel as sick and twisted as Haku’s own. He hid this better, and he was wiser in allowing such a disease to surface, but once his vestige was stripped away Gabriel was a monster. The brand on his shoulder was a mark to prove such a fact. Though it was his father’s name and father’s blood that Gabriel displayed, it was the Lykoi that had clawed its way to the top. Neither a wolf nor a coyote, Gabriel was trapped in a paradigm that demanded he kill one or the other. In this way, and in many ways beyond this, Gabriel and Haku were not merely brothers, but kinsmen. Haku was his shadow; Haku was everything in Gabriel that he would not face. He was guilt and deception, murder and conquest. He was disease and sickness, corruption and war. He was the wolf. He was, above all, unashamed of these things. For these reasons, Gabriel had to destroy him. If his shadow, if Haku, was allowed to survive, he would be forced to acknowledge this fact and face it. And Gabriel was afraid. Four years and the mighty Gabriel still found himself woken in the night, sometimes screaming, sometimes crying, because he could not face that monster. He could not face the wolf, the thing that had taken everything from him. Baneesh; strong, proud Baneesh, had been torn asunder like he was nothing. Gabriel had watched his brother’s arm rip from his side, watched blood flow like a river, and watch the wolf sneer and taunt him. Run. He had run. He had been running for years. He had run without seeing or thinking and run until his lungs had collapsed and his muscles burned battery acid. When he had fallen in that forest, he did not have the strength to cry. An angel, a woman who had been his mother, had found him. She had called him a prophet and sworn to protect him, until she too was cut down by a wolf. Something that had survived only because of a powerful black wall had shattered. He could not remember killing the wolf. He was the first, but he was not the last. The white wolf had been the second. It had cost him his lover and driven him to mark his palm—something that Gabriel had never spoken of to anyone. Then, once more, he had fled from his home. Fled from Inferni. Only this time, he had not run to familiarity; he escaped into a strange and unfamiliar world where the only thing he had understood was war. Slowly, he had disconnected from himself. No longer was he granted pardons because of who his parents were—no longer was he a crowned prince. Gabriel had become nobody in order to find himself. The scar on his face had sealed this promise. Only then had he become a soldier, and only then did he abandon arrogance for the militaristic survival thinking that had demanded survival. A much louder and much stronger voice had demanded murder. The fire had changed him, if only in appearance. Gabriel’s coat had darkened dramatically, as if the hand of God had brushed soot across his face and back. Walls reformed in his mind; barring away the shadow and the fear, replacing it with that blind devotion and that instinct to survive that had carried him home. He was lucky. His mother had accepted his vague explanation as easily as she had accepted his return. The faith he had laid into those who had fallen in the south had been given to her. Then she too had abandoned him once more, and Gabriel was left clinging to a woman and his children because he had nothing left. These too became things that were taken from him; and as each left, so had a part of Gabriel. By the time he had been completely abandoned, Gabriel had felt nothing but anger. This was why he had all but turned on his family as they had come, one after another, crawling home. His mother had been the first, and she had been the most hated of all. The audacity of her return had left Gabriel reeling. It was only after months of patience he had understood her reasoning and given her rank as his council—because he was still, in many ways, a child desperate for his mother’s love. His existence was bound to her own, which was why Haku’s assault had not simply been against her—it was against Gabriel, and Gabriel’s pride would not allow such a thing to stand. He had fought the bastard before and not seen him fall. The wolf, the demon, would not fall unless he was destroyed utterly. Gabriel understood that if he needed to destroy all of Dahlia de Mai in order to break the walls protecting Haku, he would. Total war was not unknown to him; he had done this twice before, and both times, killed without prejudice. Now, though, he had a mark. This mark broke through a door, displaying his demon fire in his flashy appearance long before his voice rose to the sky. Gabriel laughed still, but the laughter died in his throat as he watched the beast. His shadow turned, focused on him, and Gabriel grinned. He did not wait for Haku to reach him, and instead rushed forward. Teeth flashed, and the coy-wolf reached for the blue eyed monster. This time, he did not let those bear-trap fangs hold their target. It was Gabriel’s intention to fight as a coyote—to fight this monster and draw his blood for the world to see. Around his neck, the cross and the holy signs flashed in the firelight, but they were nothing compared to the flames in Gabriel’s own amber eyes. In order to consume his shadow he would destroy the world with fire, just as he had in California and in the land across the mountain. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Haku Soul - 03-22-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-22-2010 [html] Thanks, it's one of my favorites I've written in a while. :] PM me and we can plot out powerplay/fighting stuff. 300+.
The body was simply a vessel for the soul, and it was the soul that Gabriel valued above all other things. He did not abuse his muscles and organs as he once had, for he understood that he was only granted one earthly form. To cast this away would be arrogance and asinine, and Gabriel de le Poer intended to see his enemies buried long before he himself fell to whatever end. Gabriel’s muscles were tensed, moving his large form with a speed that seemed unreasonable for his size. Had he been a pure-blooded wolf, he would not have been half so fast; but Gabriel was a coyote in part and this was what granted him such gifts. A red maw opened wide and threatened to swallow him whole. Gabriel saw this and welcomed the challenge, jerking his head to the side and taking the blow along his cheek. His own fangs parted and struck, as fast and deadly as a viper, intent on taking his own pound of flesh. Then, just as quickly, his forelegs took the brunt of his weight and he turned quickly, hind legs rising and following his previous momentum. The Aquila turned, found himself at Haku’s haunch, and lashed out. No doubt, he had just exposed his own as well—and this was a sacrifice that Gabriel was willing to make. His forelegs scrambled, searching for a foothold, seeking to propel him onto the back of the beast. Gabriel did not believe that God would aid him in this battle, and for this reason and this reason alone, he abandoned all thought outside of the battle at hand. He’d bring the monster down and tear him asunder with his own hands long before the rest of the man’s worthless pack would realize their foolish blunder. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Haku Soul - 03-25-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-25-2010 [html]
Each breath sucked in smoke, burning his throat and lungs, and each breath tasted blood and threatened to choke him. There was nothing to consider outside of the battle at hand. He was fighting a demon, a monster that would not rest until he was buried in the earth. Even as he felt the devil wolf’s teeth sink into his haunch, to set fire to his muscles, he did not cry out nor let the pain ruin him. The beast had to fall, and Lord on High, he would fall. Blood rushed down his leg, soaking through his soot-streaked fur. As he scrambled and tore apart the beast’s back, he felt the monster move under him, turning to try and rip him down. Following the motion, Gabriel’s face turned, his blackened maw opened wide, and he snapped wildly at the blue eyed wolf’s face. He’d take his eyes and leave him crippled, take his eyes before the crows managed to. A long time ago, he recalled his mother presenting him with the jawbone of the wolf that had killed his brother. He would do her better and bring Haku’s head to Inferni’s doorstep, and hang it on a pike for the world to see. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Haku Soul - 03-25-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-25-2010 [html]
Under his teeth flesh fell away, and Gabriel felt bone rake against bone and could only hope that he would manage to blind the bastard with that movement. Haku was wiser then this, and drew back. As suddenly as he had done so, Gabriel too pulled back, lowering his head and backing away a singular step. That was all he managed before the beast was on him again, his size dominating the field. Teeth sunk into the thick fur around his neck, but it was too high to catch the jugular and too well protected to reach the bone. Gabriel ripped himself away, granting Haku fur and flesh, earning wounds on his tattooed shoulder from those claws. A laughing snarl broke out of his mouth, a maddening thing that spoke volumes. Then, and only then, did he move. Gabriel knew his strength now was his speed, and sought to use it. His head swung around like a viper, teeth aiming for the throat and for the face, claws seeking to ruin the forelegs of the monster before him. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Haku Soul - 03-25-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-25-2010 [html]
Gabriel knew, and he knew well, that if he were to fall in any way Haku would kill him. He knew this, and he knew that he was fighting a downhill battle. Haku had come in his Secui form, as always, and Gabriel was in his lupus. For now there was no contest—especially as long as his fellow coyotes battled against who knew how many. A call went up not far from them and in that moment, the Aquila understood that this was futile. He could not destroy the beast so long as he had his allies. A snarl of displeasure ripped from his throat at this realization, and just as suddenly Haku’s teeth and his own were snapping at one and another’s faces, cutting fine lines into his face. Then, suddenly, Gabriel struck the beast close to the eye and earned himself a moment of opportunity. Gabriel retreated away from the chocolate wolf and lifted his head long enough to let out a loud, coyote howl. It was a sign for retreat, one that reached to the far end of Dahlia. He would not risk more of his own coyotes, especially given that they were on enemy territory. Then he let out a growling challenge to Haku and began to run. If he could draw the beast away from his coyotes, they would make it home. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Haku Soul - 03-26-2010 [html]
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