06-14-2010, 11:50 AM
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Inferni Thread Prompt 6, 300+ words.
Something had changed in the weeks past. Gabriel sensed this though he could not explain it. Night after night dreams woke him from sleep, terrible dreams that made no sense, terrible dreams that he did not wish to see. Sometimes he used the fire-water to put him to sleep, but even then there was a price. He’d wake and his head would be spinning, and he would lay in the cool dark of his den until this passed and only then venture out. He barely left during the daylight anymore.
This had been the pattern for over a month, though time was something Gabriel (and certainly most canines) did not fully grasp. He understood that the days had passed, but how many it had been failed him. Yet there was a pull from out in the world, a great and terrible need to find his Shadow. This had to be done. Every fiber of his being demanded such a thing, though he could not compel himself to abandon the clan and take on the hunt. Without him Inferni would collapse upon itself. His mother could not lead, Anselm had left…who remained after that? Hybrid? Halo and Snake? The idea was laughable.
The coy-wolf sat like the gargoyle he had once been accused of being, sea-air blowing through his summer coat. Around him the beach stretched for miles, and ahead the bay, though it was not this he was watching. Out in the water distant islands loomed, things he had seen before but never considered. Now, because his world felt empty and fragile, he focused on things that seemed safe—things he could touch and feel and control. Yet he did not move from the sand, merely watched, unable to keep his thoughts still long enough to compel any sort of movement.
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Something had changed in the weeks past. Gabriel sensed this though he could not explain it. Night after night dreams woke him from sleep, terrible dreams that made no sense, terrible dreams that he did not wish to see. Sometimes he used the fire-water to put him to sleep, but even then there was a price. He’d wake and his head would be spinning, and he would lay in the cool dark of his den until this passed and only then venture out. He barely left during the daylight anymore.
This had been the pattern for over a month, though time was something Gabriel (and certainly most canines) did not fully grasp. He understood that the days had passed, but how many it had been failed him. Yet there was a pull from out in the world, a great and terrible need to find his Shadow. This had to be done. Every fiber of his being demanded such a thing, though he could not compel himself to abandon the clan and take on the hunt. Without him Inferni would collapse upon itself. His mother could not lead, Anselm had left…who remained after that? Hybrid? Halo and Snake? The idea was laughable.
The coy-wolf sat like the gargoyle he had once been accused of being, sea-air blowing through his summer coat. Around him the beach stretched for miles, and ahead the bay, though it was not this he was watching. Out in the water distant islands loomed, things he had seen before but never considered. Now, because his world felt empty and fragile, he focused on things that seemed safe—things he could touch and feel and control. Yet he did not move from the sand, merely watched, unable to keep his thoughts still long enough to compel any sort of movement.
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