10-15-2009, 01:25 PM
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He was plotting against him. Breath exhaled in a pale plume of smoke that lingered about his muzzle, he crouched close to the stone wall against which he’d been leaning. Crimson eyes narrowed and lip curled, sensing bloodlust on his tongue and hatred burning within his chest. No one dared speak to his mother in such a manner, and no one regarded him in such a pathetic, infuriating tone. Gabriel may have been built bigger than he was, blood flooded with extensive wolfen heritage, but Samael was no weakling.
He was larger than most coyotes, tall and lean with enough muscle to have kept him alive thus far. Brute force didn’t mean everything when backed by training from the moment he’d been weaned from his mother’s milk, and perhaps even before. He was a honed killer, drenched in blood and madness with heaven and hell standing behind him. Rising, he slunk from the shadows and headed out into the open to seek out his half-brother and his borrowed crown.
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He was plotting against him. Breath exhaled in a pale plume of smoke that lingered about his muzzle, he crouched close to the stone wall against which he’d been leaning. Crimson eyes narrowed and lip curled, sensing bloodlust on his tongue and hatred burning within his chest. No one dared speak to his mother in such a manner, and no one regarded him in such a pathetic, infuriating tone. Gabriel may have been built bigger than he was, blood flooded with extensive wolfen heritage, but Samael was no weakling.
He was larger than most coyotes, tall and lean with enough muscle to have kept him alive thus far. Brute force didn’t mean everything when backed by training from the moment he’d been weaned from his mother’s milk, and perhaps even before. He was a honed killer, drenched in blood and madness with heaven and hell standing behind him. Rising, he slunk from the shadows and headed out into the open to seek out his half-brother and his borrowed crown.