drinking wine made for disaster

Gabriel de le Poer · 04-23-2010, 08:37 AM

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Those who were thrust into leadership were often the ones most suited for the task. Gabriel had been chosen twice, and once by abandonment. Kaena had been a competent leader, but she was too caught up in her own head to prove effective. In a way, her leaving Inferni was the best thing for the clan. It had been only because of this that Gabriel had the chance to lead, and he had led well. Over the mountain, through the fire, and through two wars. Neither of which he had begun, though he certainly intended to finish them. Rest could not come until that blue eyed beast’s head was on a pike.

Gabriel was not old enough to recall his mother’s shadow, but had he been, he would have drawn a comparison in Haku. In a way, Dahlia de Mai had followed in Jaded Shadows footsteps nearly completely. Jefferson’s words were those not of indifference, but of ignorance. Like many of the wolves in the area, he had not fully understood that they were fighting a demon. Gabriel’s eyes darkened, focusing on the scarred man’s face, trying to read the runes there and understand what they meant.

The posed question caught him by surprise, and Gabriel blinked, head pulling back just slightly. He considered this for a moment, unsure how best to answer. “Ryan and Zana are with DaVinci. He came here very briefly with them, but I think the war scared him off. They have kids now,” he added, grunting the information out. However fond he was of his cousin’s daughter, there was still an issue with her suitor of choice.

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