How the Day Sounds

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-11-2010, 02:33 AM

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Word Count: 300

In Character

Lies had made up a great part of Gabriel’s past—when he had served as a spy, before his coat had changed and revealed his true form. Now, though, he had no time nor purpose for such games. He knew his face was going to remain forever marked by the scar he called hubris, and knew it was damn lucky he had managed to survive at all. Wolves, he had learned, were wicked creatures. This was why he had never considered himself one; few wolves had done anything outside of show him terrible things, or attempt to harm him or his family, and for these reasons he disconnected the idea of being a wolf with the history he had with them. By all accounts, Gabriel could have abandoned the clan and taken up a wolfish coat long ago. He had chosen not to because he could not bear the thought of being like them.

The gray woman, with her blue eyes lacking any thought of malice and any terrible shadow managed to strip down the very walls Gabriel had put up around himself over the past few months. He kept that smile on his face, and tilted his head slightly in order to regard her further. “Do you really believe that?” Gabriel asked her quietly, wondering if this was indeed the truth. There were skeletons buried with his name on them; perhaps most terrible of all the blind woman whom he no longer thought of, whose death he considered an accident and a passing fact. Iskata did not need to die, but she had, and this was something he had no ability to change. It was justified, in some way, because he had given her a chance. He had told her to leave and she had stayed.

Foolish, headstrong wolf.

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