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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-01-2012, 04:31 PM

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Long weeks had passed since they had left behind the land in which he had been born. Gabriel, Alaine, and their two oddball children (though Cern was, technically, a grandchild) had traveled south along the well-founded route into the city of Freetown. That part of the trip had been easy, and pleasant. With only themselves and the children for company, a comfortable pattern had settled into their lives. After that, the world had begun moving incredibly quickly and without solid ground under them.

Traveling across an ocean had been a grueling, awful experience for him. Having never really been on water, Gabriel had been uncomfortable and felt ill for nearly the whole ride. He had spent most of this trip holed up in their cabin with Cern, sleeping when he could. Elijah had loved the sea; the boy had spent his entire time on the ship babbling hysterically about all the sights he saw upon the water.

Of course, once they had reached Ireland things had become even further complicated. Alaine, as it turned out, was related to a conglomeration of women whose entire goal was to drive him absolutely insane. By being a male, and by mating Alaine, he had unwittingly doomed himself into filling the empty position left at their household’s head. This meant, therefore, he was subject to all sorts of insane demands and requests and things he often denied in favor of running off with his boys. Alaine’s family did not favor their lupus forms, but he most certainly did—so he made a point to travel in it as often as possible.

Yet Alaine often needed aid with the boys while she worked on her potions and brews, and hands were needed for various thing throughout the house. He in particular enjoyed making love to his mate while in the form; since she had filled out with rest and the rather pushy maid who seemed to think that they were never ever full, her body was particularly admirable to his eyes. She was still lean, as dogs tended to be, but oh how nice it was for her to feel like more than soft fur and lean muscle. Of course, he also truly loved her wild hair that her relatives so deeply despised, and made a point to often tousle it while they were involved so she might boast of her deeds without ever saying a world. Then again, those damned women often nagged after them about more children, for while Elijah was dearly loved and a male, he was…peculiar. Though his vocabulary and behavior had become far more normal since their arrival, no one could deny that he was a boy touched by something else.

A frantic harpy shriek woke him and was echoed by the warmth being ripped from his body. Gabriel growled and rolled over as she attempted to blind him with the no-color light of the Irish winter. He was looking forward to the spring, but this northern land would not see such a thing for many moons yet.

He grunted and finally rose as something struck him in the side. It was a well-worn tunic, old, and one he had worn before. This, as he had been told a thousand times, belonged to her father. The fact she had demanded him wear such a thing was often argued good-heartedly, but today he only rose and pulled on the worn thing silently. If this was truly so important to her he would put up with it, especially since it was his relatives coming.

“Oh calm down,” he growled half-heartedly, running a hand through his wavy hair. It had become entirely black since he had aged, no longer a sun-colored thing streaked with red. Gabriel’s already thick frame had not lost its tone since his arrival, but his pelt had become a magnificent wolfish thing. No one doubted he was wild, and while he despised behind called a wolf, he was glad that he looked enough like a dog to be called a hybrid. Coyote would always ring true to him, but he knew that he had never truly resembled such a thing.

He smiled at her frame and rose, trailing towards her. One hand slipped around her waist and the other rose to stroke at the thick red hair he so loved. “You worry too much, grá.” While Gaelic was not his native tongue, he had picked up on a few key phrases and liked to use them around Alaine. It was a low growling thing and once echoed by a suggestive brush of one scarred hand, but he quickly moved to avoid a jab from her fluffy elbow.

A low laugh broke from his throat and he trailed over to the nearby dresser. The top drawer was filled with various pieces of jewelry and odds and ends both collected and given to them. Gabriel did not remove his even when he slept, but he was after a necklace for her. It was a golden thing dotted with glittering green gems, long ago brought from a pirate’s cache. “Wear this one,” he said, and once she was dressed, slipped it around her neck. Pleased, he moved towards the door. “I’ll go find those boys of ours…Lord knows that if they’re left alone at least one of them will end up running off.”

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