09-18-2009, 08:20 AM
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How peculiar, this feeling. It was cousin and kin to the ones he had known before; when he had found his daughter had been ruined, when he had seen his brother turn on their mother. These things all felt familiar, but they were not the same. Each varied, as one storm does to the next, and each made him this way. Gabriel knew that he was not in the right mind for such tenderness as he saw; and what he saw was blinded by the terrible wounds on the auburn woman. Not once did his eyes leave her, even though they were remarkably hollow. Even as his mother took the reigns, Gabriel remained still. That terrible and wicked growl continued in hi throat, and his legs trembled with anticipation. Someone needed to pay for this. Anyone. The first scent he could find. Lowering his head and finally advancing, the shaggy hybrid stuck his head out to the green-eyed wolf, inhaling her scent and searching for any others. |