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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-15-2010, 01:38 PM

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In Character

It had been rather apparent, in the last few days, that things were changing. Inferni’s member population had swelled—including, to his surprise, a number of old faces he did not expect. Ryan’s daughter, Corona, that strange fellow from the southwest (he was not from Scintilla, as originally thought). Less happily, his former brother, Vitium, had made his presence know. The bastard weasel-wolf had gone to Haku Soul, this Gabriel knew, and he hoped (oh how desperately he hoped) that the blue eyed devil would find no patience in the Lykoi and save Gabriel the trouble of cutting him down himself.

Anselm had accepted Gabriel’s offer, and now formed the third part of the leadership that they needed. Having someone who served as eyes and ears for Gabriel was a great help, and he knew from experience that there was no better choice for this then Anselm. Likewise, the other trio of the clan had been completed—Snake had recently proven himself worthy of the rank Gabriel had been grooming him for (without much direct influence, though) by saving Vieira from a Dahlian wolf. There was no doubt in his mind that she had made the right decision, and was glad that they now had their war party completed.

Having finally managed to take one of the short naps that he so often desired, Gabriel had woken not long ago and was currently spending a few minutes doing something he so rarely got to do—relax. The darkness of his den was comfortable, and laying on his side the coy-wolf was allowing his mind to go blank. Though he had once kept this place orderly, the loss of both his mate and his children had left Gabriel with more space then he himself needed. He had burnt everything that belonged to Faolin, and Ezekiel had only stayed during the several month healing process following his attack. Rikka’s recent attack had required care, but Gabriel was only able to do so much for her, and found the Mansion was best for that. At least there, she was in a semi-clean environment, and had constant eyes around.

A coyote yap from outside called for his attention, and Gabriel pushed himself up from the pile of blankets and fur he was laying on. The mouth of his den was small, and just large enough for a canine his size to crawl in and out. It was not as uncomfortably cold as he had thought it might be, but it was still early and the sun was up. Most often, Gabriel kept his patrols to night shift, assuming Haku and his followers wouldn’t have the gall to cross the borders in daylight. The packed snow under his feet barely crunched as he made his way out to the slope near his den, and spotted Snake not far from where he stood. Advancing down this small drop, he closed the distance between them and wagged his tail once in a friendly manner before speaking. “Snake,” he greeted, looking up to the boy. Though it might seem peculiar for a leader to look up at one of his warriors, Gabriel did not hold such wolfish ideas highly. “You need something?”

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