11-04-2009, 08:40 PM
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A quiet, dark laugh spilled from his lips as Gabriel lunged—the larger hybrid pausing only inches from his own muzzle. Bared fangs greeted his vision, threatening the lankier male with violence and bloodshed should he serve to displease him to just the right extent. Own lips parted, baring a smile that held neither love nor adoration for his elder sibling. Oh, he knew well that he was naïve when it came to Kaena and that Gabriel was suited enough to his task in leading the clan. Kaena had chosen him, and he’d never question her judgment. But none were loyal enough to give up power and fame for their dear mother as Samael would. He’d build himself a throne of broken bones, only to lay it at her feet should she only ask it of him.
“Honor thy father and thy mother, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee—that thy days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee,” he hissed between his teeth, lifting his head in defiance of his brother’s dominating demeanor. “Ye shall fear every man his mother and his father. The eye that mocketh at his father and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out and the young eagles shall eat it,” the prince continued, tone venomous. “Is that not what your God states in his holy book?”
Belief was a powerful thing. Ideals had destroyed nations and decimated countless populations. Samael’s angel had never been good enough for Gabriel, and that simple belief had set up the initial strife between the two brothers, stacking an indomitable brick wall between them that’d never be torn down in this lifetime. Samael knew his angel was not the same as the god his brother worshiped, but nonetheless his angel was just as beautiful and awe-inspiring, with eyes that spoke of eternity and jet black wings stained in the blood of thousands. They’d never quite see eye to eye when one believed he was the spawn of devils and the other thought he heard the voice of god within the confines of his consciousness.
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A quiet, dark laugh spilled from his lips as Gabriel lunged—the larger hybrid pausing only inches from his own muzzle. Bared fangs greeted his vision, threatening the lankier male with violence and bloodshed should he serve to displease him to just the right extent. Own lips parted, baring a smile that held neither love nor adoration for his elder sibling. Oh, he knew well that he was naïve when it came to Kaena and that Gabriel was suited enough to his task in leading the clan. Kaena had chosen him, and he’d never question her judgment. But none were loyal enough to give up power and fame for their dear mother as Samael would. He’d build himself a throne of broken bones, only to lay it at her feet should she only ask it of him.
“Honor thy father and thy mother, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee—that thy days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee,” he hissed between his teeth, lifting his head in defiance of his brother’s dominating demeanor. “Ye shall fear every man his mother and his father. The eye that mocketh at his father and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out and the young eagles shall eat it,” the prince continued, tone venomous. “Is that not what your God states in his holy book?”
Belief was a powerful thing. Ideals had destroyed nations and decimated countless populations. Samael’s angel had never been good enough for Gabriel, and that simple belief had set up the initial strife between the two brothers, stacking an indomitable brick wall between them that’d never be torn down in this lifetime. Samael knew his angel was not the same as the god his brother worshiped, but nonetheless his angel was just as beautiful and awe-inspiring, with eyes that spoke of eternity and jet black wings stained in the blood of thousands. They’d never quite see eye to eye when one believed he was the spawn of devils and the other thought he heard the voice of god within the confines of his consciousness.