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- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-08-2010 [html] Erin! Set directly after the optional meeting. :] He had seen her, out of the corner of his eye, and seen what he had known would happen. Under his watch, under the weight of this war and all that came with being of Inferni, his beautiful sister was wilting. This was not to say she had not been crushed before—a blue eyed man had seen to that. She had recovered, she had healed, but the scars on her hip were enough proof that she was not okay. Gabriel had not waited long after the meeting before he made his way towards her home, following the smoky scent that always clung to it. Both feet, one scarred by his own hand, stopped outside of her doorway. Gabriel looked worn, but his mind did not allow such a thing to linger in his thoughts. There was a moment of hesitation; a moment where his ears turned back and he considered walking away then and there. Of all the things he was, however, Gabriel was not a coward. He would do what needed to be done, regardless of whom he hurt. “Rikka?” He called out, looking into the mouth of her 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> - Rikka de le Poer - 04-08-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-08-2010 [html]
For as worn as he must have looked, he could see a shadow falling over her. It filled him with great sadness to imagine his sister—who had come here with only sunshine in her heart—broken in such a way. She had not suffered as much as others, but she had been destroyed. If he did not act he would lose her completely. A faint and honest smile broke across his face, releasing some of that war weariness and giving him back his youth. Gabriel was aging, but he was still in his prime, and still as strong as any wolf that would challenge him. Only one had; one that Gabriel sought to mount on the borders and burn alive. And he would. Oh Lord, he would. “I’m fine,” he replied. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.” There was no ferocity in his voice. It was a gentle tone, one he had used with his daughter in her time of need. Gabriel was a monster, but he was not, as Anu knew, made of stone. .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> - Rikka de le Poer - 04-08-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-09-2010 [html]
For well over a year, Gabriel had had no peace. He could not wash a mother and child’s blood from his hands. He could not forget the things that had been done by that monster. More had been buried. More lives had been ruined because of his ineptitude and inability to destroy his shadow. They could not exist together on this earth, and now more then ever Gabriel understood they were destined to destroy each other. Certainly, they both intended this. When that time came, all of heaven and hell would tremble and quake. Even now, the flames of destiny burned in his clear amber eyes. Gabriel did not delude himself from his fate. He knew his purpose. He had known it all along. “I think you need to leave,” he said bluntly, standing inside of her home as if he belonged there. He had never pushed his authority, or his ownership of the land on his members, but the wolf blood taught him well. This place was his and his alone. “I don’t want anything else to happen to you. Inferni draws trouble, and we always will.” They felt like excuses, coming from his blackened muzzle. In a very real sense, they were. .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> - Rikka de le Poer - 04-09-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-11-2010 [html]
In another life, it would have been Gabriel, not his father, who was chosen to take up the helm of a religious madwoman who dreamt only of revenge. This world had been burnt up in God’s fire, and here, in this peculiar place that did not see the rule of good or evil as the Aquila did. He understood the world. No one here could see beyond the safety they believed they had, or the lies that had made up their lives. Even his own family had convinced themselves they were immortal. Gabriel believed this because he knew his destiny was not his own, and saw arrogance in those who thought otherwise. His eyes focused on her sharply, read the doubt and confusion, and he felt a pang of empathy. It was momentary, and did not last long. Even fainter then her regret was the smallest flicker of that wounded pride, and he knew then and there she was very much his sister. That same peculiar smile broke into a grin, and Gabriel laughed—it was the first honest laugh that had broken from his mouth since the war began. “Why would I ask you to go then?” His peculiar sense of humor crept back under that stoic mask, and his velvet poise returned. “No one will hate you. I want you to be safe.” .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> - Rikka de le Poer - 04-11-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-11-2010 [html] 300+ It was either, or both, parts of their blood that had cursed them with that unfathomable pride. Gabriel was no different—he had once been a creature of ego, and marked for this arrogance on his face. One wolf had made it painfully clear that mighty Gabriel was nothing more then flesh and blood. He had forgotten this, somewhere on his way back home, and now he had been reminded twice what had been taught. For whatever else he was, Gabriel was a slow learner; things stuck only after they had been cut deep. His laughter warmed her, but it was not enough to cause her to blossom. His sunflower sister would never find her light in a place marked by death. Gabriel could offer her nothing now that he had failed her. She was beyond his protection. Hopefully one day she would understand that. At her question, he balked—Gabriel had not considered that entirely, and now was left scrambling. Dahlia would kill her. Jefferson had made it painfully apparent that he was not fond of coyotes. He had promised Anu not to bring harm on her pack, and felt a twinge of guilt for their budding friendship. AniWaya was too far south for his liking. There was one option for her. “There’s a pack near the coast, further south of here. They call themselves Cour des Miracles, and from what our mother has said, their leader is fond of coyotes. I think that they might be the best place for you,” he added, and then as if it might sway her: “I’ll go with you to be sure, if you want.” A half-crooked smile, a wag of the tail. Gabriel looked very much like a coyote, with that silent dare that anyone turn away his sister. He wouldn’t allow it. .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> - Rikka de le Poer - 04-11-2010 [html]
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