Angels will sell their wings - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Angels will sell their wings (/showthread.php?tid=2328) |
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- Naniko D'Angelo - 06-19-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 06-20-2008 [html] indent Had Gabriel known that Haku was claiming ignorance, he would have spat in his face. There was no excuse for doing what he had done. That took time, patience, persistence. Fits of madness he could understand, but his were very different. Gabriel was well aware of the terrible things he had done and had confessed them all. He could sleep at night, knowing he was saved. He could sleep at night knowing his children were safe. indent Except he rarely slept at night. Voices kept him awake, ever aware of the knife he was walking on. The wolves gathered, and Dahlia de Mai is attempting to lead the packs against you, Fatin had said. Don’t make the mistake your mother did, his father had reminded, bearing scars to prove his point. In his heart, Gabriel knew this was all true. If he did nothing, they would come for him and his clan, and try and destroy them. Inferni was not weak, not by half--you cannot survive on strength alone. He grunted and finished off the cigarette, rubbing it out on the stone he was seated on. It was at that point the wind turned and he caught an all too familiar scent. indent Not five minutes later did he find her, a pale woman whom he had only met once before. She had grown since then, in more ways then one. He did not miss her belly, nor fail to understand what it meant. Whatever she was here for, war was not the agenda. The hybrid, dirty gold-brown and black, regarded her with sober silence. “What do you want?” He asked finally, yellow eyes burning in the moonlight. - Naniko D'Angelo - 06-20-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 07-03-2008 [html] indent He listened to her silently, regarding her with the contempt one carries for a near-stranger. She was someone who had nearly cost him everything once, and he did not forget that. It did not surprise him that she objected to such taboo things as rape and murder, but he understood the way people like her worked. Hypocrites and heretics, crying out ignorance and begging forgiveness. They deserved nothing but the fury of an older God and the hellfire that awaited them. indent She spoke of the pack to the south, and her own mate, whom Gabriel had intended to kill out of some sort of vague loyalty. Conri had killed Hollow, after all. “So what do you want?” Short, brisk, cold. He knew the answer, but he needed to hear her say it. - Naniko D'Angelo - 07-05-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 07-11-2008 [html] indent He smiled thinly, unimpressed by her vague threat. “I’m not afraid of you people,” he said quietly, his eyes so solemn and so certain there was no doubt this was the truth. He had fought them before, and the people he cared about were safe and out of harms reach. If he fell, if Inferni fell, they would come back. They always came back. This much knowledge was enough to let him know that in some small way, they were immortal. indent “I’ll tell you what I told him; go home. We’ll remain neutral with your pack as long as you do the same.” He spoke no obvious threat, but his eyes implied it. Otherwise I’ll bring you and your family to ruin. - Naniko D'Angelo - 07-17-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 07-19-2008 [html] indent She would have liked to threaten him, to make him feel like there was some danger in her little pack. Their leaders were a cripple and a pregnant girl, and he doubted the rest of the pack would make up for that. He could kill Conri without much effort—and he knew that his brother’s (half and in-law) would have no trouble with taking out the girl who so long ago had caused the clan so much trouble. So he smiled, eyes dark, and watched her leave. |