09-27-2009, 11:23 AM
[html]
Even though, in his youth, Gabriel had often taken the two-legged form and explored the city, he no longer did such things. Halifax was a sizeable distance from Inferni, and after two murders and two border invasions, the Aquila did not feel comfortable leaving The Waste for long. Old vices no longer served him. Tobacco was something he had no patience for, and the taste of alcohol had not passed his lips in longer then he could remember. Once, though, he knew these things. They were a part of his blood, just as this thing he needed to do was. All he needed was to see something destroyed. Something else had to take the pain. With his back to his golden cousin, Gabriel missed the apparent confusion. He was searching for that unique scent, the thing that he knew as fuel. It was buried under the rust and the dry-rot, getting closer. Gabriel circled what at one point had been a car, crushed under the weight of a couches skeleton, and reared up, placing his paws on the trunk. An audible groan came from the rusted heap, but there was little hesitation from the black-dusted hybrid. His hind legs bunched and pushed up, sending him onto the back of the car. The hybrid stuck his head, then the rest of his body, into the back of the rust heap. Low on the floor was a small can that carried that perfumed smell of gasoline. Gabriel grabbed this in his mouth, ignoring the irony taste, and backed out of the car slowly. |