HE WAS A PRETTY YOUNG THING

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-10-2010, 10:57 AM

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In Character

With his head ringing, and his chest now growing cold from its contact with the ice, Gabriel was slowly growing aware of a secondary noise. It was as unfamiliar and unwelcomed as a carrion bird, and irritated by the high-pitched guffawing, his ears rose sharply to find the source. What he found was perhaps the last thing he expected; Hybrid—cold, emotionless, mechanical Hybrid—lying on the thin sheet of snow (and much thinker ice underneath) laughing uncontrollably. Even though this was a new and unexpected thing to see, Gabriel was equally irritated that his Hydra had managed to see his moment of weakness and found it funny…or, rather, he found it hilarious.

Grunting, the amber eyed hybrid slowly pushed himself up again, tilting his feet just enough so that his claws were no longer trying to grip the slippery surface. Back over the mountain, there had never been any real experience with ice like this. Inferni had been located on a sandy strip of the beach and it never froze, given how much salt had existed in that world around them. Still, there was a conscious part of his brain that understood he needed to treat the ice like he might sand; to use his paw pads and keep his feet spread wide, in order to distribute his large mass.

This lasted about three steps towards Hybrid, whom Gabriel intended to throw into the snow bank, and then he went skidding forward again, falling once more on his chest ungracefully.

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