07-04-2010, 11:28 PM
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Though Inferni had thrived and grown strong under his watch, it was now as it had been before—weak and faltering. With the season as it was, he was not surprised. Summer meant prosperity for the land, and with it, an abundance of prey. Coyotes, by and large solitary things, could not be blamed for wishing to live alone. Gabriel would not stop them. He did not hope to demand servitude from disloyal, selfish people. This was how he had always survived. Inferni, Scintilla, it was no different.
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Though Inferni had thrived and grown strong under his watch, it was now as it had been before—weak and faltering. With the season as it was, he was not surprised. Summer meant prosperity for the land, and with it, an abundance of prey. Coyotes, by and large solitary things, could not be blamed for wishing to live alone. Gabriel would not stop them. He did not hope to demand servitude from disloyal, selfish people. This was how he had always survived. Inferni, Scintilla, it was no different.
Black ears swiveled and rose to a crown. His eyes moved first, followed by his head, and rose from the water. There was yet grace in his scarred figure, which in the weeks and months to come would certainly bear more scars and stories, as it turned to face her. Despite the fact he was her son, they looked nothing alike—save their eyes. Raptor’s eyes, filled with terrible fire. Gabriel’s, perhaps, holy and righteous. Above all others he would bathe in the blood of the wicked and lay them down, hallelujah, amen.
He said nothing, only regarded his mother with that ever piercing, quiet stare.