Gabriel, Occasus Promontorium. ^^
He was a child of the earth, Mother Earth's meandering boy who could hardly call a place home for an extended amount of time. It was not as if his days of walking the earth had ended -- oh no, Razekiel was as active as ever, or at least the prince was when he was not smoking some foul-smelling disaster. Inferni had taken him back as its kin, ironic that the peace-loving boy was now claimed by both the glorious Mother Earth and the bloodthirsty coyote clan where he had been born. Little had changed since then, naturally; the leaders had shifted, his mother was only second-in-command, and the many faces he'd seen pass by and ignore him were unfamiliar. Inferni was no longer a clan composed of Lykois and Poers -- the clan had spread to welcome into its terrible arms dozens more that wished to follow the tyrannical morals that Inferni was infamous for. Sad, Razekiel mused, that so many bloodthirsty individuals called Mother Earth home.
Razekiel had the means to separate himself to some extent; Inferni was a broad territory and he wasted no time meandering its corners and innards. Winter was inevitably approaching at its slow, trudging pace; the hybrid had been lucky to spend his last winter with Juniper Peace. The group, as they wandered from place to place, had spent their nights huddled together or around campfires to keep warm (that was, of course, before the prince of deceit had slaughtered their wolven leaders). Had Razekiel suggested that to his Inferni clanmates, he might have been met with fangs and claws. Naturally, he didn't have anything in common with they! Razekiel enjoyed the company of others and was always willing to greet a stranger, but if his fellow Inferni brethren were unwilling, he thought it best to stay out of the way. Razekiel wandered the hills of Occasus Promontorium, admiring the endless sunlight the great stretch of land received. Actual shelter for the winter was sparse, but Razekiel would make do -- he'd done worse, after all. It'd been raining, of course, and thus the sun was lost behind the heavy clouds. A tree, somewhere, had provided some temporary shelter, though the two-legged Razekiel walked in the rain contentedly for some time before he hid beneath the tree, flicked open his lighter, and lit the rolled-up mashing of caustic herbs. Enjoying the sickly-sweet smell, he bent back against the tree, smiled, and then began to strum at his guitar idly as the rain downpoured around him.