08-14-2010, 08:43 PM
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There was a line between anarchy and order, one which chaos was entwined in. Gabriel wore a sign that he did not entirely follow. He was structured, wolf-like in this behavior. Laws governed his behavior but he would break these if the time called for it. Inside of him was the capacity for both good and evil, and perhaps this is why chaos had been so appropriate for him.
He smiled wistfully at her response, seeing the same fire he had seen in many young people that had passed through his life. His younger siblings, his children, his nieces and nephews. They were all like her. Too young and brash to realize what they were getting into. The smile faded as she spoke of the war, reminding him of things yet to be done and things he could not imagine coming to pass. With a snort, he looked to the south. Somewhere out there a devil stalked and sought blood. He could not be allowed to live. “No,” he said bluntly. With that the Aquila began to climb down the mountain, pausing as he reached a flat section of rock. “Oh, Lucia—my Hydra had best stay in one piece.” It was a dual message, a warning and a request. She needed to ensure his safety in her own way, and if not, she would be responsible.
With that the black-backed hybrid was moving down the mountain’s face, his pace easy and made for such a place. After all, he had crossed them three times in his life.
He smiled wistfully at her response, seeing the same fire he had seen in many young people that had passed through his life. His younger siblings, his children, his nieces and nephews. They were all like her. Too young and brash to realize what they were getting into. The smile faded as she spoke of the war, reminding him of things yet to be done and things he could not imagine coming to pass. With a snort, he looked to the south. Somewhere out there a devil stalked and sought blood. He could not be allowed to live. “No,” he said bluntly. With that the Aquila began to climb down the mountain, pausing as he reached a flat section of rock. “Oh, Lucia—my Hydra had best stay in one piece.” It was a dual message, a warning and a request. She needed to ensure his safety in her own way, and if not, she would be responsible.
With that the black-backed hybrid was moving down the mountain’s face, his pace easy and made for such a place. After all, he had crossed them three times in his life.