11-03-2009, 02:13 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabrieltable.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OMNOMNOM Gabe is a fatty. Gabriel smiled crookedly at his companion. He had learned, mostly through Rurik and Vienna, that this part of the world was considered feral. It was true, of course. There were no humanized cities, and more then half of this world still had not been exposed to the virus. The smile faded almost instantly at the change in Rurik’s body, and Gabriel regretted bringing up the boy knowing how familiar the ache of losing a child was. “I haven’t seen either of them,” he admitted, ears falling back against his head. “Not since before the fire.” Turning to the meat, his stomach and predatory instincts took over. Quickly, and almost desperately, the hybrid attacked the food. Half of it was gone in two bites, barely chewed, and swallowed. Even though Gabriel was by no means emaciated (this much was apparent by his build), having a meal was never a certain thing. Often he also made a point to bring half of his own meals to Mason, unwilling to let the youngest member of Inferni go hungry. One child had died while under his protection, and he would not allow that to happen again. |