12-07-2007, 03:24 AM
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indent Gabriel’s mask of serenity was marred by anger, as blinding and bright as the sun at midday. He hated, and he would always hate, those who dreamt themselves grander, stronger, better. He hated hypocrites and narcissism, he hated ideas, he hated individuals. Still, he found comfort in knowing there were those out there who would stand by his decision, should it ever occur. Inferni, Fatin (and by proxy, Jaded Shadows), and, quite possibly, his father. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. “As I told him, I will not raise arms against Storm unless I am given reason to do so. Storm is not our enemy; it’s Skoll. Until he comes to my land with Storm’s banner…” He didn’t finish, shutting his eyes and exhaling heavily. He didn’t want to risk it. Not yet, at least.
indent Gabriel’s mask of serenity was marred by anger, as blinding and bright as the sun at midday. He hated, and he would always hate, those who dreamt themselves grander, stronger, better. He hated hypocrites and narcissism, he hated ideas, he hated individuals. Still, he found comfort in knowing there were those out there who would stand by his decision, should it ever occur. Inferni, Fatin (and by proxy, Jaded Shadows), and, quite possibly, his father. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. “As I told him, I will not raise arms against Storm unless I am given reason to do so. Storm is not our enemy; it’s Skoll. Until he comes to my land with Storm’s banner…” He didn’t finish, shutting his eyes and exhaling heavily. He didn’t want to risk it. Not yet, at least.