11-19-2007, 04:06 PM
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Gabriel would admit he was a dog faster then he would a coyote. His father’s blood still ran in him, gave him the size and contributed to the markings, and reminded him of why he hated himself. This was not to say, of course, he did so openly. Still, he carried his cross and his history without allowing it to show. Repression. Had he known anything about psychology, he would have seen that this was a terrible idea. “If I see Phoenix, I’ll speak to him. I do not want another war.” Not this soon, he thought. Not until they’ve grown and we have the means to do so.[/html]