12-11-2007, 05:47 PM
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The air smelled like water, like flesh, like death. Gabriel’s body was a steel loaded spring, hunched down. There were no words. This was something imbued in their spirit, their instinct, their blood. Before them was the target, not just one individual, but a group that meant nothing. Lips pulled back, teeth glistening in the light, tongue tasting the scent in the air. With a deep growl, he sprung towards the herd. Barking and snapping wildly, the hybrid began to drive the group towards where Samael and Hybrid lay in wait.[/html]