Highway to Hell, [P, J]
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     Most often, the only time anyone called for him was either for an emergency (which this was not) or some mundane task that required the Aquila to vote yay or nay. This, as it turned out, was once again becoming the dominant of the two and in a very small way, Gabriel missed the rush. He was a creature that thrived in combat, a soldier through and through, and he did not ease into civilian life without a small sense of regret. Their war was over, Inferni’s was, and now all that remained was Haku. The beast would come—of this he had no doubt.
     His pace was easy, a loping thing that spoke of the thin coyote blood in him, and it carried him towards the source of the sound. It was there he found his mother and someone he did not expect. A somewhat cruel smile broke across his face, and his eyes glimmered with mirth. Coming to a stop he settled almost instantly to his haunches. “Visiting friends?” The coy-wolf asked.


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