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Gabriel de le Poer · 08-15-2011, 07:11 PM

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Forever. The promise weighed heavily on him, and it stared back at him in the small bundle of fur that grew by the day. He had been grateful for the help of the jackal woman, who was slowly identifying words for what they were. She usually spoke the odd, gracefully flowing tongue that Enkiel shared with her. The pup was still young enough that he needed milk, but Talitha was already distancing herself from the pup. He was different—he was of ill blood and had no place here.

Yet Gabriel could not let his grandson be killed for being what he was, and so he had taken the child under his protection. No one, not even the mad-dog she called a mate, would impute this. It was not as if the child was ever alone, either, and Gabriel did not feel nervous about short hunting trips. He was returning from one now, a rabbit in his mouth and another settling in his belly. Things might have proceeded differently if he had not been out; Lord knew if his daughter caught this son, as she had the other, he would not have made it past the borders.

Luck was with the boy, and Gabriel turned his path in order to heed the call. He had met Cypress only once before, but it was familiar none the less. Gabriel trotted wolfishly towards the young man, the walk that of a man who still commanded others. The rabbit was dropped between Gabriel’s feet as he eyed the blue-eyed boy. He had Anu’s eyes. “Cypress, what are you doing here?”

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