Jedi mind tricks.

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-11-2010, 08:04 PM

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With all of the new faces in the area, Gabriel had found it impossible to keep their names familiar and identify them as individuals. They were, essentially, bodies to him now. Those who had proven themselves would make a great mark, and he knew in his heart that there were many who would do so. Even now, keeping his eyes on Dahlia and one ear to the ground, he let the other remain focused on the home front. It was lucky, and extremely lucky at that, to have so many of his members knowing what needed to be done and doing so without orders or questions. Anselm, he knew for certain, was a large part of this. The golden furred Caelum had taken up duties beyond his own in the attempt to keep their lands prepared, and while the previous war had seen his wolfish cousin rushing into battle, Gabriel knew from their last conversation that this was something he would not see again. Anselm’s role was no longer to be a warrior—time, and the much more powerful fear for his granddaughter, would cripple him. It was a cold and almost merciless way to view things, but Gabriel had no room to pretend that this option was not viable.

His feet carried him over well worn tracks, tan paws kicking up fading snow and cold mud. By now, these endless patrols had become mechanical and well rehearsed. Very rarely did anything out of the ordinary come across. Whatever Haku Soul was planning was something that would require numbers. His member count was like, as was Inferni, swelling. They needed bodies. Loners needed protection from the winter. They wanted blood and they wanted the trill of battle. Gabriel did not care much who came to his home now, intending only to gather those who would do what they needed to do in order to survive. Almost every stranger was welcomed, as long as they promised themselves to Inferni.

Almost, but not all. An all too familiar scent rushed towards Gabriel, one that made him pause in his tracks. That scent had not been in his nose for years, and even in the faces of his children, that scent had been only partial and now since faded. Halo smelled of the old house and of Inferni alone, and no longer considered her father the hero he claimed to be. With an irritable flick of the tail, Gabriel’s muscles tensed and sent him forward, trotting with the doggish gait that belonged to his wolf heritage more then the coyote—his feet did not pick up with such lithe grace as his mother’s. Still, with the anger now rising in his blood, there was little grace in Gabriel’s twisted maw. “Get out of here,” he snapped at his brother, fur beginning to rise on end from neck to tail. “You’re not welcome,” he continued, advancing quickly towards the black coated hybrid. He no longer recognized him. He no longer considered Vitium his brother.

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