11-24-2008, 05:13 PM
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indent Things happened. Gabriel had been lucky in most respects. He had not died, despite the horrible things he had seen, done, experienced. For everything, he had not lost his soul. That was the only thing he could hold onto, during those nights when he was alone with his dark thoughts. “No,” he replied, and advanced. In the firelight, he settled, not waiting for an invitation. The fire alone invited, crackling, popping, whispering; come, stay, listen.
indent “How long have you been here?” He asked suddenly, turning his eyes up to the stranger. Again, he saw something in those eyes he should have known. It continued to gnaw, to scratch. Someone else had those eyes. Someone else with dark fur, with that depth and that patience. Someone who was fading from his memory even now, fading in the ash of a long-gone fire.
indent Things happened. Gabriel had been lucky in most respects. He had not died, despite the horrible things he had seen, done, experienced. For everything, he had not lost his soul. That was the only thing he could hold onto, during those nights when he was alone with his dark thoughts. “No,” he replied, and advanced. In the firelight, he settled, not waiting for an invitation. The fire alone invited, crackling, popping, whispering; come, stay, listen.
indent “How long have you been here?” He asked suddenly, turning his eyes up to the stranger. Again, he saw something in those eyes he should have known. It continued to gnaw, to scratch. Someone else had those eyes. Someone else with dark fur, with that depth and that patience. Someone who was fading from his memory even now, fading in the ash of a long-gone fire.