black as holes within a memory

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-02-2010, 05:57 PM

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For Libri. This is backdated to July 18th. +3

His feet moved slowly across the landscape, carrying a freshly scarred and body under a pelt that had finally lost the taint of poisoned blood. He no longer smelled like smoke. Of course, Gabriel did not believe that the scent of smoke would truly every leave him. It was engrained into his very pelt, turning what had been a golden bronze like his father’s into a sable coat that only held traces of his parents in it. He very much resembled relatives he never had and never would meet, for they were either long dead or living in places of the world that the coy-wolf would not venture.

The fact he had waited to come felt right. He had not been in a right state of mind for days, and he had known that he could not go empty handed. Gabriel, after all, still wore the sign of his father. He believed that for as similar as he was to Haku, he would share some of these traits with his son. Of course, Gabriel also believed that the shadow of taint would be a very real thing within the Soul children. Haku’s spawn would always be viewed warily, especially those old enough to remember him.

He carried the thing in a pouch he had taken from the mansion. Gabriel would not wear it. Four-legged as he was, the bag was carried in his mouth. It tasted of old leather and rubbed uncomfortably against his tongue, but he would not touch the thing more then he needed too. It had taken him half a day to reach the borders of the pack he would likely always consider his enemy, and there he cast the pouch to the ground sourly. Taking a breath, the Aquila lifted his muzzle and called for Conor.

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