don't let me drag you down here to my level

Gabriel de le Poer · 03-07-2010, 11:08 PM

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She recognized the name. Good. It would mean to her what it meant to him. If she had truly believed in mercy and in peace, he hoped that the beast had erased all ignorance of that from her. No one would be merciful here, least of all the blue eyed devil from the south. Then, as her sunflower eyes met his own (they were nearly the same shade, though somewhere, something had changed between them) she said something that made his stomach fill with lead and his face darken dramatically.

A deep and terrible roar threatened to rise from his chest, but it was caught between his teeth and instead vibrated throughout the entirety of his body. Fury rose through his fur and made it rise to a point, black-tipped flames that now desired nothing more then to reach out and burn anything they could. The anger coming from his body was white-hot, though his face had darkened so dramatically it was as if no part of it was not black by birth.

The coy-wolf forced the anger down, wrestling it into his chest. It would return, but he could not let it rise here. No part of him doubted that this might destroy his sister completely. “He attacked her,” the Aquila began slowly, his vision narrowing to two pin-pricks in the darkness. “He raped her.” Just like his daughter had been violated, so too had his mother. And Gabriel, powerful, mighty Gabriel, had been unable to lift a hand to defend them.

In a very real way, he hated himself for such a thing. This war was not simply for Kaena, but it was for Gabriel. He would reclaim his honor one way or another.

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