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- Gabriel de le Poer - 12-17-2008 [html] indent Crouched low, the Aquila was a mottled mixture of black and gold against the snow. It had been raining for most of the day, washing out the thinner spots of ice, leaving the ground wet, cold and muddy. Though not ideal hunting weather, it would have to do. Two days with no food was enough to drive him into the weather. A cry from above indicated the direction he needed to turn. Despite his lip and his attitude towards others, Marlowe was an invaluable resource. Slowly, Gabriel followed his directions and was soon rewarded. indent The white-tail was injured. A fall on the ice, a patch of too-deep snow, whatever the cause. It was limping. That was enough. With the rain dampening his scent, Gabriel managed to get much closer then he expected. By the time he was moving, the deer caught on. The mud and the snow slowed them both, but it was that wounded leg that cost the deer. It tumbled, hit the ground, and then brayed as Gabriel leapt on it. indent Killing had never been difficult for the hybrid. He was a soldier first and foremost. Survival was an instinct. Once he heard the windpipe crush under his jaws, he began dragging the beast, trying to find a dry spot. One of the smaller, lower caves offered him shelter. With Marlowe swooping in after him, Gabriel shook his coat free of the cold water and turned to the task at hand. The raven, offering him praise, took his earned position at the beasts head and went right for the eyes. - Siobhan Cavil - 12-19-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 12-25-2008 [html] indent It was Marlowe who spotted the girl first. He let out a short burst of noise, startled by the white figure. Gabriel tensed, but when he managed to make out the form in the rain he recognized it in an instant. That peculiar little girl his son had brought home. Swallowing what was in his mouth, the Aquila made his way to the front of the cave and called out. “Siobhan! Out of the rain!" indent Turning back, Marlowe fixed the doggish leader with both eyes. Were ravens able to frown, Gabriel had no doubt that was what his companion was doing. “What?” You talk to her like a soldier. At this, the yellow-eyed man frowned. “I doubt she’s fit for that,” he grunted. Unperturbed, the bird kept his gaze fixed. All warfare is based on deception, he offered, earning a cocked eyebrow from the hybrid. Turning back towards the cave entrance, he called out again. “Come on!” - Siobhan Cavil - 12-27-2008 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-05-2009 [html] indent He regarded her as something of another child; perhaps, in some way, like the one they had lost. Ezekiel treated her like a younger sister, though Gabriel was assured that there would be no children for some time from his loins. Faolin was his one and only, and he would not let her go until he had confirmation of the fact he was denying. “I think he’s out,” the Aquila offered, realizing his son had been somewhat flighty of late. His sister was the same way, though. “You shouldn’t be out in the rain,” he added. indent Marlowe made a noise, though if it was speech, Gabriel did not understand it. Eyeing the raven suspiciously, though this was partially in jest, he nodded at the carcass between them. “Have you eaten today?” - Siobhan Cavil - 01-06-2009 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-07-2009 [html] indent At the question, Marlowe let out an indignant squawk and puffed up his feathers. “I stay because I choose too, pup!” Rolling his eyes, the hybrid shifted his weight and licked the remaining taste of blood from his muzzle. He was amused despite his lack of such in his body language. The doggish male was not one particularly well known for his communication, even though he was able to handle himself quite well in political situations. indent Smiling slightly, he shook his head a little. “Well go ahead and eat up.” Rolling both of his shoulders back, he adjusted his weight and laid onto his belly. Gabriel’s tail curled around his side and he turned his head towards the entrance, even now remaining ever vigilant. - Siobhan Cavil - 01-08-2009 [html]
- Gabriel de le Poer - 01-20-2009 [html] indent “He is,” Gabriel said, well aware that Marlowe was more then capable of speaking in their tongue if he chose so. The raven, unaffected by their antics, shook his head and continued to pick at the carcass. The Aquila blew steam out of his nose and kept his eyes on the outside of the cave up until the point that the girl spoke again. He turned his head over his shoulder, giving her his full attention. indentThe question made him cast a sly look at the bird, now ignoring them, and he smiled thinly. “He's not really a pet. My mother befriended him and he’s stuck around since then.” Save a trip south with his sister, of course. - Siobhan Cavil - 01-26-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... p/06v2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> "Does he help you?" She queried, taking another bite. This food was really good! Back home, the food hadn't been as good tasting as this. It had never been anything this big and fatty, either--always lean hares or birds...sometimes mice or other small rodents. She wondered why her mother had chosen to stay up in the north instead of coming down where there was more food. Mice were really hard to catch, and they were barely more than a swallow. "We eated birds, me and Mom did. He looks good...tasty. But with this other food here...this tastes much better than he would, I am thinking." She nodded. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-30-2009 [html] “Only when he wants to,” the Aquila spared a glance to his feathered companion, who shot him a look. His eyes turned back to the strange little girl and as she spoke, he began to grin, and then let out a barking laugh as she mentioned eating the raven. Now truly offended, the bird jabbed his beak at the white coyote and spoke in the common tongue, so she was able to understand. “You brat! If you ever try it I’ll rip out both of your eyes!” Gabriel exhaled laughter through his nose. |