09-07-2008, 04:44 PM
[html]mall-caps;color:#880000;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;">seven for a secret, never to be told
According to Gabriel he wasn't supposed to be hanging around Esper Hollow, but Samael was never one to be a good little boy. Apparently, these creatures were infected with some sort of sickness, but there was an intriguing factor that led the coyote to wander toward a pack he'd otherwise hold no interest in. Supposedly, it was a clan composed of both wolves and coyotes, led by a pair of coyotes. Wolves willingly submitting themselves to the authority of their "lesser" brethren? And coyotes willing to live amongst these beasts? He had to see it for himself. It went against everything in his nature and everything he'd been conditioned for.
Dawn was breaking, daylight hidden by the clouds that threatened another downpour. Lightning flashed on the distant horizon, thunder rumbling softly in the distance. The forest was veiled in early morning mist—pale plumes spiraling around the coyote and masking him as he lurked, traveling silently through the darkness. His nose told him half of the story, smelling both species on the borders, but this was not quite enough to satisfy the prince. And so he moved with liquid, serpentine motions along the borders, eyes vivid and alive in the half-light.[/html]
According to Gabriel he wasn't supposed to be hanging around Esper Hollow, but Samael was never one to be a good little boy. Apparently, these creatures were infected with some sort of sickness, but there was an intriguing factor that led the coyote to wander toward a pack he'd otherwise hold no interest in. Supposedly, it was a clan composed of both wolves and coyotes, led by a pair of coyotes. Wolves willingly submitting themselves to the authority of their "lesser" brethren? And coyotes willing to live amongst these beasts? He had to see it for himself. It went against everything in his nature and everything he'd been conditioned for.
Dawn was breaking, daylight hidden by the clouds that threatened another downpour. Lightning flashed on the distant horizon, thunder rumbling softly in the distance. The forest was veiled in early morning mist—pale plumes spiraling around the coyote and masking him as he lurked, traveling silently through the darkness. His nose told him half of the story, smelling both species on the borders, but this was not quite enough to satisfy the prince. And so he moved with liquid, serpentine motions along the borders, eyes vivid and alive in the half-light.[/html]