our paths will cross again someday.

Gabriel de le Poer · 05-29-2011, 04:05 AM

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They had a peculiar situation, these two. Mother to son, leader to subordinate, they had crossed and re-written the roles that defined them so often he no longer knew how best to behave around her. So his body remained tense, nervous—an odd display for the former-Aquila who had charged headlong into so many battles with little regard for his own safety. He had not known fear for so many years and yet this old woman, one-eyed and crippled by arthritis, managed to strike a similar emotion in his heart.

She had spotted him, as he knew she would, but there was no hostility in her face or tone. Black ears tilted back, another childish display from the mighty Gabriel, but he did not move from his position just outside of the covered porch. Sunlight crossed his pelt, displaying its own changing colors; it had darkened severely as he aged (for he had once been tawny and golden like his son) and continued to do so even now. The only traces of gray along his pelt were at his muzzle, and these were slight, all things considered.

“You know I don’t,” he said flatly, as if expecting this to be some sort of cruel trick. He expected her to be as terrible as his children and the others had been. No one seemed to trust the wisdom of his decision, and this left doubt gnawing at the wolf-hybrid’s belly. Had he been wrong? The clan seemed to think so.

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