[/html]Success! Hybrid found his freedom unceremoniously ripped from his hold, but understood that it was necessary. No matter how enjoyable his moments of freedom had been, and no matter how pleasant the aftertaste, it was insignificant in comparison to Gabriel's welfare. As the oldest Hydra (Hybrid sometimes fancied himself the unofficial "head" of the trio) and only consistent member, Hybrid's dedication lay with Gabriel's well-being. So he realized that he would have to sacrifice himself for the better of his Aquila -- and even, perhaps, Inferni. But he would never put Inferni before Gabriel. He knew his duty, and understood it well.
Thus, when Gabriel lashed out at him, Hybrid was taken completely unaware. Never would he have thought his steadfast loyalty would be rewarded with such a brutal attack. Gabriel's claws twisted into Hybrid's neck as he threw him, and Hybrid felt himself leave a tuft of fur and a bit of flesh behind with his leader. Hybrid tumbled to the ground, rolling awkwardly through the snow. His movement only stopped when he made contact with a root, one which he had dug at and ripped apart. The jagged pieces of the tree stuck up awkwardly, and made contact with Hybrid's spine. Hybrid whined lowly in pain as he lay in the snow, wondering what Gabriel might do next. He raised his eyes for a split second, but remained still, allowing his anger to begin bubbling up in his chest. Yes, the sweet taste of freedom had been replaced by bitter resentment; and what a foul taste it was.
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