These So Called Devils

Gabriel de le Poer · 09-03-2010, 12:19 AM

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The bloodline that had given birth to Gabriel was a muddled one. It was made up of vicious hybrids, from his mother’s side, all warriors and hellspawn themselves. His father’s wolves were themselves mad, things descended from dogs who had gone wild, things that broke in two in order to survive. Perhaps it was madness that had let the fear leave him—the fear had left when Haku had died—but Gabriel no longer feared for his own life. He feared for Inferni, and for what would come after him, but not for himself. He had no right. His path had been laid out before him by God.

Gabriel had seen the look that crossed through the wolf’s sunny colored eyes. Sizing up the Aquila, determining he was not a coyote, not a wolf, not a dog. He was a mongrel leading a clan of miscreants that had long since forgotten its place. Inferni was once strong and terrible. They were growing back to this now, only after so many had come and so many more had fallen. Yet the brute remained stoic, used to the prying eyes. Luckily the wolf was not here on ill-business and remained polite, as he should around any leader.

Eyeing Jazper (funny, his half-brother came to mind) the coy-wolf remained as unreadable as ever. “You’re lucky, then,” he began. “I am Inferni’s leader, Gabriel.” He did not offer his surname. There was no need. “The clan has recovered from the war. Haku’s death has eliminated our enemies.” Despite this, there was a lingering guard glittering in his amber eyes. If there were to be more enemies, they would be destroyed. “What news of Crimson Dreams?” What news of Anu?

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