03-18-2009, 11:46 AM
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Backdated to March 13th.
The sky was a pale, empty pastel blue. It darkened in certain places, marred by chemical reactions Gabriel did not understand. While he was far from simple, such matters did not concern him. Rather, the hybrid was focused on what he knew would keep him and his family alive. He knew war, he knew battle, and he knew politics. He had survived this long because of such things, though not forgetting the Grace of God.
He hadn’t dreamt of either fire in a long, long time.
Gabriel crossed from the direct line of the sun and into the dappled and still bare branches of the forest. His rounds took him by the mansion each day, and this was not simply because it was so close to the border. The endless paranoia kept him focused on his family, and with Talitha living here, he liked to know it was safe. This was not to say he did not distrust his sister’s abilities, but she had been in a peculiar state since the death of their father. It was just as well. While Gabriel had mourned for the man, he still lived in the focused and distant space that belongs to soldiers—he adapted and moved on knowing that one death, in the long run, didn’t mean a thing.
The sky was a pale, empty pastel blue. It darkened in certain places, marred by chemical reactions Gabriel did not understand. While he was far from simple, such matters did not concern him. Rather, the hybrid was focused on what he knew would keep him and his family alive. He knew war, he knew battle, and he knew politics. He had survived this long because of such things, though not forgetting the Grace of God.
He hadn’t dreamt of either fire in a long, long time.
Gabriel crossed from the direct line of the sun and into the dappled and still bare branches of the forest. His rounds took him by the mansion each day, and this was not simply because it was so close to the border. The endless paranoia kept him focused on his family, and with Talitha living here, he liked to know it was safe. This was not to say he did not distrust his sister’s abilities, but she had been in a peculiar state since the death of their father. It was just as well. While Gabriel had mourned for the man, he still lived in the focused and distant space that belongs to soldiers—he adapted and moved on knowing that one death, in the long run, didn’t mean a thing.