12-26-2009, 01:18 PM
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table by alli
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Gabriel had only been taught trespassing once, and had lied his way out of it. His intention had not been to harm anyone, only to gain information, and he now knew that skulking around was not the way to go about it. Anselm had a tactic that far outweighed his own experience, and unlike the scarred and charcoal-brushed coy-wolg, his cousin was both personable and far less threatening. Even now, talking to his own mother, Gabriel’s face had become wicked with doubt.
Because, he realized, she was hiding something. No part of his memory of her recognized this action; least of all when it came in some devil’s hour. “This late at night?” He questioned, pushing her with his words, taking another step forward. It was interrogation now, not simply conversation. Something had happened, and his first thoughts fell to his mad brother. If she was covering for Samael, Gabriel wanted to know.
Because, he realized, she was hiding something. No part of his memory of her recognized this action; least of all when it came in some devil’s hour. “This late at night?” He questioned, pushing her with his words, taking another step forward. It was interrogation now, not simply conversation. Something had happened, and his first thoughts fell to his mad brother. If she was covering for Samael, Gabriel wanted to know.
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