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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-18-2010, 02:03 AM

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In Character

The ritualistic manner of speaking that Snake used was peculiar to Gabriel, because he was not used to being addressed in such a manner. Inferni had never followed a strict hierarchy, especially when it came to warriors. From what Gabriel could remember, until he had reformed the ranks there hadn’t even been a direct route for any sort of warriors. Everyone haphazardly battled wolves and rose when there was a need for it, but there was no position specifically dedicated to training their coyotes to fight. While two of the current Hydra were young, they had proven themselves enough to earn the title. Now, with war at their heels, they would need to prove not only to Gabriel and the rest of the Legatus, but Inferni as a whole, that they were worthy of such a rank.

Snake spoke tactically, something Gabriel’s mind processed with ease. He was made for such talk—raised on it through two wars. Scintilla had been full of those who spoke shortly and talked more with fang and claw then voice. The few who did not were healers, those who rarely saw direct combat unless it came to them. Eli and Jezebel, Gabriel’s closest companions, had both been healers—and both had only been drawn into combat when wolves slipped through defenses. Still, their place was not on the front line, and Gabriel was certain that his was. Because of this, he made his way to their co-leader rank, and had begun speaking in the same short, tactical speech that produced results. The Scintilla coyotes were smaller, and their hybrids mixed with more wild dog blood then wolves, but they fought in manners unlike the wolves coming down from the north. They weren’t used to the way the coyotes came at them—striking hard and fast, and retreating into the desert. The wolves thought they would be dealing with wolves, and were even further unprepared for the desert landscape they walked into. It was something that came with any invasion, and was why Gabriel had henceforth avoided rushing into Dahlia de Mai; he was ignorant of the landscape.

Underground was not safe, as Snake had realized. Gabriel had seen such things with prairie dogs, scrambling for cover. As complex as their dens were, two coyotes could flush them out. One dug, one waited on the other end of the tunnel. Most of the caves within Inferni were not connected, and if they fled to these their backs would be against the wall. The last thing Gabriel wanted was to be starved out by a wolf pack. The newest Hydra’s suggestion of their retreat point being the mountains was greeted with raised ears. “That’s an excellent observation,” he commended, nodding smartly. “The mountainside is tricky, so it’s unlikely anyone unfamiliar with the area would be able to catch someone retreating. The thing is,” he continued, eyes darkening as his mind began spinning with possibilities. “We’d need to figure out where exactly to go. Got time for a trip?”

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