07-14-2008, 08:26 PM
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(AW, except Gabriel. Gabriel is NOT WELCOMED. D8)
sharksEven from a distance, he didn't like the way things smelled.
sharksMaybe it was just his imagination, but there seemed to be an overbearing unpleasantness hanging in the air. Old blood, old hatred, old prejudices, old conflict, old fights. He didn't know how he had missed it before, but those sorts of sentiments had always been there. Even as a child, no one around him had seemed particularly happy or at peace. Maybe it was why his mother and sister had left. But maybe they had been the root of the problem that had only been perpetuated by his brother. Part of him wished he had never come to notice these things, but he couldn't really imagine any more what it might have been like if he hadn't seen what he'd saw that night. It was so strange that it had only been a few months ago. Everything he'd ever known had gone up in flames, but that didn't compare to the trust that had been burnt up also. Maybe it had been his rite to passage. His birthday was in a few short weeks; he wasn't a child anymore.
sharksArkham stopped as soon as saw the skulls dotting the border. It was almost nostalgic in a disgusting sort of way. Gabriel's scent was as strong as ever, and he faced the territory with an empty expression -- most of his face was covered with sand-colored scarf anyway. The cloth was wrapped around his muzzle and the top of his head, allowing just enough opening for his red eyes to peek through and for his very large ears to stand upright unhindered; a similarly colored cloak was draped across his back. Peppermint and spearmint leaves hung, tied in clusters, from around his neck, half hidden by the scarf. Their collective scents overpowered the coyote's own personal scent, and thus, his identity was effectively hidden. He wasn't sure how necessary the measures were, but he liked the smell of mint, in any case. It helped fight away the unpleasantries associated with where he was now.
sharksUnshifted, he sat back on his haunches and stared down the nearest skull. It was still early in the morning, and there was nothing to do but wait. He was afraid if he called, someone would recognize his voice. He had grown older, but howls changed much less than a spoken voice.
sharksEven from a distance, he didn't like the way things smelled.
sharksMaybe it was just his imagination, but there seemed to be an overbearing unpleasantness hanging in the air. Old blood, old hatred, old prejudices, old conflict, old fights. He didn't know how he had missed it before, but those sorts of sentiments had always been there. Even as a child, no one around him had seemed particularly happy or at peace. Maybe it was why his mother and sister had left. But maybe they had been the root of the problem that had only been perpetuated by his brother. Part of him wished he had never come to notice these things, but he couldn't really imagine any more what it might have been like if he hadn't seen what he'd saw that night. It was so strange that it had only been a few months ago. Everything he'd ever known had gone up in flames, but that didn't compare to the trust that had been burnt up also. Maybe it had been his rite to passage. His birthday was in a few short weeks; he wasn't a child anymore.
sharksArkham stopped as soon as saw the skulls dotting the border. It was almost nostalgic in a disgusting sort of way. Gabriel's scent was as strong as ever, and he faced the territory with an empty expression -- most of his face was covered with sand-colored scarf anyway. The cloth was wrapped around his muzzle and the top of his head, allowing just enough opening for his red eyes to peek through and for his very large ears to stand upright unhindered; a similarly colored cloak was draped across his back. Peppermint and spearmint leaves hung, tied in clusters, from around his neck, half hidden by the scarf. Their collective scents overpowered the coyote's own personal scent, and thus, his identity was effectively hidden. He wasn't sure how necessary the measures were, but he liked the smell of mint, in any case. It helped fight away the unpleasantries associated with where he was now.
sharksUnshifted, he sat back on his haunches and stared down the nearest skull. It was still early in the morning, and there was nothing to do but wait. He was afraid if he called, someone would recognize his voice. He had grown older, but howls changed much less than a spoken voice.
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