12-07-2007, 06:36 AM
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indent Rolling his tongue behind his teeth, Gabriel tasted tobacco and realized he again felt the urge to smoke. He did not do so in the house, out of respect for the other people who lived there, and didn’t particularly enjoy the stench becoming overwhelming. It was just something he had to do, something he liked to do, something that gave him an excuse to walk away from whatever it was bothering him at the time. “Storm isn’t bad. Some of the people there are,” he corrected gently. “Phasma is okay.”
indent Not that he had taken the time to get to know her, but still. Cocking his head doggishly, the hybrid bit his lower lip, revealing ivory fangs, and then spoke. “It’s complicated. You’ll know whether or not he’s himself—he’ll grin a lot. If he does that, you stay away from him.” The seriousness of his warning was not in vain. His eyes were clear, sharp, cold. They changed slightly as he shifted away from the topic. “If you’re in Clouded Tears when that happens, find your sister or my father.” Gabriel did not doubt Ahren would protect Kaena’s children—if anything, he owed it to them. “He’s about as big as I am, with red eyes and a yellow mark on his chest. His name is Ahren.”
indent Rolling his tongue behind his teeth, Gabriel tasted tobacco and realized he again felt the urge to smoke. He did not do so in the house, out of respect for the other people who lived there, and didn’t particularly enjoy the stench becoming overwhelming. It was just something he had to do, something he liked to do, something that gave him an excuse to walk away from whatever it was bothering him at the time. “Storm isn’t bad. Some of the people there are,” he corrected gently. “Phasma is okay.”
indent Not that he had taken the time to get to know her, but still. Cocking his head doggishly, the hybrid bit his lower lip, revealing ivory fangs, and then spoke. “It’s complicated. You’ll know whether or not he’s himself—he’ll grin a lot. If he does that, you stay away from him.” The seriousness of his warning was not in vain. His eyes were clear, sharp, cold. They changed slightly as he shifted away from the topic. “If you’re in Clouded Tears when that happens, find your sister or my father.” Gabriel did not doubt Ahren would protect Kaena’s children—if anything, he owed it to them. “He’s about as big as I am, with red eyes and a yellow mark on his chest. His name is Ahren.”