go get your gun

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-21-2010, 02:55 PM

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In Character

Had there been a need for Gabriel to bully the smaller coyotes that followed him, he would have failed in his duty as a leader. It was his job, and his personal mission, to ensure that Inferni and those who called the clan home were able not only to survive but do so without bickering over food and asinine rank structures that belonged to their cousins. Gabriel had never believed that coyotes would be able to exist under these means, having seen how ineffective such things were even under the reign of wolves. Between his siblings, there had been a very prominent struggle for dominance, but this was likely due to the fact that their blood was so thick with wolf genes. Gabriel and Baneesh, specifically, had spent most of their time battling for who was superior—displayed through acts of bravery that all too often almost got them killed. The eight siblings had split into pairs early on, something that served them well…save of course, when they ended up with half of the pair being killed.

The journey towards the upper corner of Inferni was uneventful, given that with the amount of stragglers drawn in by the promise of war Inferni’s borders were constantly watched. Even Vieira had tried to do this (from what Gabriel had gathered). While the north face of Inferni was bordered by rather angry looking mountains, there was a great deal more use in them then suspected. With the amount of goats around, especially given all the larger predators that had once lived across the mountains were gone, there would be a great food supply that was largely untapped except by the coyotes of the Waste. Gabriel knew of the one path that led across, and between the two areas, but he had not considered it for their purpose. It cut sharply through the mountains, and left them with high walls on either side that could be exploited.

His younger companion’s voice rose up, and Gabriel nodded at the suggestion. Snake thought in terms that Gabriel understood, and he thought without the need to prove anything to Gabriel, or any figure of authority. The boy behaved as his duties demanded, and he did these well. A small part of the green eyed youth reminded Gabriel of his son, whom he sorely wished would have been around in order to meet this boy, who would have been the perfect training partner for him. Ezekiel’s size often put him at odds with his much larger father, and while he was able to hold his own against Gabriel, having someone who would be able to not only to match his son not only physically but mentally would have been a gift.

Pushing any thought of this away, Gabriel made his way towards the small cut and surrounding area that had been Inferni’s path to the Waste. “When we came here, after the fire, I brought Inferni through the pass I used coming home.” There it was—a small area that was now overgrown around the entrance. Gabriel approached it, and lowered his head in order to use his much broader shoulders to push through the bushes that had grown up in the past two years (three? He couldn’t remember). A stream must have once cut through the area, but since it had long since dried up there was only the semi-rocky, weaving trail that led through the mountainside. “I wouldn’t want to use this,” he said, turning to look up around them. “But it’s an option to keep in mind.” Still, the threat of the snow (which was piled up around them) coming down was enough to convince him otherwise. “Let’s head out and try looking for the way the goats travel, one of their paths might work for us.”

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