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indent They had called him mad. Called him everything under the sun from prophet to devil, though to Gabriel this mattered little. He was what he was, and he would wander the earth with the sure and steady pace he always had. There was a plan; everything that happened would happen for a reason. It was predetermined, it was manifest destiny. Hybrid spoke, and moved, and Gabriel was off. They trailed the border until finally crossing it, slipping into the wooded area near the end of the sand.
indent It was here that they came across the stranger. He was a burly male, with a ruddy gray coat and uninteresting brown-yellow eyes. This mattered little, his appearance, his name, anything. Gabriel lifted his head, advancing coldly. “What are you doing?” It was more of a demand and less of a question. The wolf, pulling back his lips, snapped. “It matter to you, halfbreed?” Gabriel growled lowly in his throat, and the wolf snorted. “What, that piss you off? Why don’t you and yer boyfriend get out of here?”





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