12-15-2009, 12:38 AM
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table by alli
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The dream had changed.
Gabriel’s amber-gold eyes opened, pupils first dilating then shrinking as they adjusted to the light. He was no longer in his den—he was no longer in the world of which he was accustomed. The scent of sand and iron had been replaced y the empty, subtle scent of fog. Rainwater. Mist. Without a sound the coy-wolf rose to his feet, lithe and as graceful as a great hunting cat. His feet moved slowly, paws splayed wide; it was his goal not to grasp the earth, but to leave no sound. In the twilight haze, Gabriel was nearly silent. His predator’s eyes remained wide, focused, as trained as a falcon waiting for movement.
He sensed, and felt rather then saw the boy. Gabriel’s body tensed, as if electricity had sprung up from the ground and through his bones. All along the length of his spine black-tipped hair rose, standing on end. A part of Gabriel understood that whoever this figure was, he stood between the coy-wolf and escape. Without a sound, Gabriel’s lips pulled back, revealing off-white fangs. There was no room for mercy in his world. There was only the instinct that told him what he had to do.
Without further thought, Gabriel’s hind legs pushed him forward, rushing at the stranger who was not as unfamiliar as he had originally thought. He would throw him down and tear his throat out if that was what it took.
Gabriel’s amber-gold eyes opened, pupils first dilating then shrinking as they adjusted to the light. He was no longer in his den—he was no longer in the world of which he was accustomed. The scent of sand and iron had been replaced y the empty, subtle scent of fog. Rainwater. Mist. Without a sound the coy-wolf rose to his feet, lithe and as graceful as a great hunting cat. His feet moved slowly, paws splayed wide; it was his goal not to grasp the earth, but to leave no sound. In the twilight haze, Gabriel was nearly silent. His predator’s eyes remained wide, focused, as trained as a falcon waiting for movement.
He sensed, and felt rather then saw the boy. Gabriel’s body tensed, as if electricity had sprung up from the ground and through his bones. All along the length of his spine black-tipped hair rose, standing on end. A part of Gabriel understood that whoever this figure was, he stood between the coy-wolf and escape. Without a sound, Gabriel’s lips pulled back, revealing off-white fangs. There was no room for mercy in his world. There was only the instinct that told him what he had to do.
Without further thought, Gabriel’s hind legs pushed him forward, rushing at the stranger who was not as unfamiliar as he had originally thought. He would throw him down and tear his throat out if that was what it took.
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