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- Jefferson Soul - 03-29-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Gabe. Pre-dated to around April 3, we'll say. Also, this post is kind of bleh.
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-05-2010 [html] 400+. On the night of April First, two years after Gabriel de le Poer had destroyed the entirety of the land over the mountain, he had woken to smoke in his home. Panic had set in, panic because the smoke was unfamiliar and unwelcomed. When he had climbed to the grassy rise atop his den, he had seen it in the south. A line, not a brushfire. Orange and yellow snaked across the territory—his home—and Gabriel had become a man possessed. He had flown towards the source, ignoring the ache in his shoulder, ignoring that he was rushing into disaster. He could not recall if he saw anyone else; as soon as he had gotten past the bulk of the burning, he had caught his scent. A terrible noise, a snarl, a growl, a roar, had broken his throat in two and cast the smoke out of his lungs. He had run, and he had run until he could not run anymore. Haku was long gone, and Gabriel was in no state to face him. By the time the Dahlian border had loomed in the distance, Gabriel was exhausted. He had turned back and made his way towards home. Sometime during that night he slept, for when he woke it was late afternoon. After returning to Inferni, he had spoken to clan and moved their borders north. This was not the end of the clan—they could be reborn from fire, and that fire had not been cast on them without reason. Only after things had been sorted out had the Aquila made time to hunt, taking down a small doe and eating his fill. Sometime after that he must have dozed off, for a wolf’s cry woke him. Almost instant the coy-wolf was on his feet, moving towards the source as drowsiness left his body. What he found surprised him, for of all people, it was Jefferson standing at his border. Still reeking of deer musk and the smoky smell that now clung to Inferni, the amber eyed hybrid slowed his approach and came to a halt across from the umber wolf. Gabriel looked tired; Jefferson looked as if he was carrying an unwelcomed weight. Thinking back to the short term stay of Davinci, Gabriel wondered if this was why the Cyclops was here. “Yeah?” He asked, his throat worn and raspy from breathing the devil’s smoke for two days. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Jefferson Soul - 04-05-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> It was nothing but dead land now, what charred remains laid behind him. Jefferson cringed at the thought of enduring such horror and having to deal with the aftereffects. As the pack's leader and guardian, all that happened would be on his terms, his rules, his commands. The cyclops knew he was certainly capable -- ensuring the pack's welfare was always his top priority, whether or not it was apparent or his members were in danger -- but thus far, Phoenix Valley had been left to itself and remained a land of peace. If a wildfire were to break through, would they know what to do? Would they be able to get out safely, or would their lives be held entirely in his scarred and broken hands?
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-06-2010 [html]
Gabriel could not remember how long ago it had been since he had seen the scarred wolf. The last time they had fought, and it had been he who had turned back, running from the opponent. They were not enemies, and though there might have once despised one another, Gabriel’s battle was with another man now. He had to destroy his shadow before he even considered destroying something far greater. He watched the man before him, read his weary eye and understood that the carnage of war was being felt far beyond their own borders. They had been lucky. The only body to be found in the fire was a wolf, one trapped and left for dead. Haku’s man. One short shake of the scarred coy-wolf’s head confirmed they had lost none of their own. Snake had been a close call, but he had made it out of the blaze and retreated back to the mansion. It was only the question, one which he was certain Jefferson knew the answer to, which caused a dull fire to spring up in his eyes, burning brightly with an anger unmatched by anything he had ever felt. “Yes,” he answered flatly. “He’s lost his mind, Jefferson.” Certainly, anyone could see that now. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Jefferson Soul - 04-07-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-11-2010 [html]
Gabriel could not see Haku as anything but what he was. He could not see the beast as a man, and could not see that man as a boy. He saw the road before his eyes and he saw a path drenched in blood. To imagine sharing a mother with that thing was deplorable. If he had been challenged by such a monster in his family, Gabriel would have destroyed him. He had done so once before, after all. Unsure of what the cyclops meant, Gabriel’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was unusually paranoid, and filled with suspicion for all outsiders these days. Still, it was painfully apparent that Jefferson was not here for any foul purpose. For this reason, Gabriel allowed himself to relax slightly. The tension slid out from his shoulders and sunk deep into aching bruises, hidden under that thick, charcoal brushed fur. “Not yet,” he admitted with bitterness in his voice. “He’s cracking. He’ll fall soon enough.” And certainly he would, though at this point even Gabriel could not predict the storm brewing within the Dahlian borders. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Jefferson Soul - 04-12-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-12-2010 [html]
Without the mask, and without the walls, Gabriel would have collapsed. He had broken once before, in a church over the mountain, and stabbed himself through the hand to prove something. What this had been, exactly, he no longer remembered. There was no martyrdom in his actions, only a self loathing that had never fully left his heart. This might have been because of those dark smudges on his soul, some which now might have been placed there by Haku—his shadow—in the two years they had known one another. Eventually Gabriel would cut those out. On that day, the blue eyed monster would perish. An obvious statement, and a quiet gesture of sympathy. Gabriel did not care for this. He needed no sympathy. “You had nothing to do with it,” he coughed, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It tasted like ash and smoke, and he hated it. “How’s the Valley? I haven’t heard much from your pack since Iskata died.” A slip, though he did not realize it. He had forgotten in these troubling times that one of his crimes had not made it to the surface. As far as he was concerned, she was buried under the ocean’s waves. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Jefferson Soul - 04-13-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-19-2010 [html]
Like his son, Gabriel was a soldier before everything else. He had excelled in this, and the natural leadership that he had inherited given him strength to become Aquila. For well over two years Gabriel had taken the coyote clan and turned it from the rag-tag bunch of savages they were perceived as and into something much more. Offense was not his goal, and never had been. Wars got people killed, and they had seen this twice now. So, by all accounts, the fact he became numb was not obscene. It was, if anything, typical. Amber eyes sharpened, and turned hawk-like, as they focused on his companion’s scarred face. Not that long ago, they might have been enemies. A common danger negated their foolish pride. “It’s probably better that way,” he echoed, white teeth shining against his dark muzzle. “You get one or two people that stir things up and everyone gets dragged into it. Haku’s a prime example,” he grunted, sparing a glance towards the south. After a long moment, the Aquila turned back to the Patriarch. “You two are related, yeah?” .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Jefferson Soul - 04-21-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 04-23-2010 [html] Those who were thrust into leadership were often the ones most suited for the task. Gabriel had been chosen twice, and once by abandonment. Kaena had been a competent leader, but she was too caught up in her own head to prove effective. In a way, her leaving Inferni was the best thing for the clan. It had been only because of this that Gabriel had the chance to lead, and he had led well. Over the mountain, through the fire, and through two wars. Neither of which he had begun, though he certainly intended to finish them. Rest could not come until that blue eyed beast’s head was on a pike. Gabriel was not old enough to recall his mother’s shadow, but had he been, he would have drawn a comparison in Haku. In a way, Dahlia de Mai had followed in Jaded Shadows footsteps nearly completely. Jefferson’s words were those not of indifference, but of ignorance. Like many of the wolves in the area, he had not fully understood that they were fighting a demon. Gabriel’s eyes darkened, focusing on the scarred man’s face, trying to read the runes there and understand what they meant. The posed question caught him by surprise, and Gabriel blinked, head pulling back just slightly. He considered this for a moment, unsure how best to answer. “Ryan and Zana are with DaVinci. He came here very briefly with them, but I think the war scared him off. They have kids now,” he added, grunting the information out. However fond he was of his cousin’s daughter, there was still an issue with her suitor of choice. .gabe-tool p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-tool b {color:#271f16;} .gabe-tool-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-tool {background-color:#aa8a67; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wtable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 290px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: tahoma, serif; font-size:11px; color:#423425; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:350px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Jefferson Soul - 04-25-2010 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 06-06-2010 [html] “I’ll tell him,” Gabriel said shortly, secretly hoping he would never see the brat again. Since childhood he had hated the boy, finding him obnoxious and headstrong. Such attitude would not settle well against him, and he sought to stamp it out at the source. Even Hybrid, who was renown for his aggression, knew how to show respect around his leader. Certainly, many of the Inferni coyotes had not been used to showing such things, but Gabriel was a wolf by and large and still expected it. Having his right to lead challenge infuriated him to no end. He had struggled to hold Inferni together. He had fought wars over it. Then, though he did not expect it, Jefferson offered not only his aid, but the aid of his pack. Struck by the motion, Gabriel blinked owlishly. Then he smiled, perhaps the first true smile he had done in a long time. It did not meet the shadow lurking in his eyes. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. When he falls, the world will know.” He imagined there was a shift in his scarred companion’s face, but perhaps it was a trick of the light. The two exchanged nods of farewell and Gabriel watched the cyclops make his way east, losing sight of him past the tree line. |