The greatest danger to our future is apathy.

Gabriel de le Poer · 02-24-2011, 12:25 PM

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He walked with fury in every step, tearing the earth apart from under him. Self-control forced him to abandon his mother to her den, to leave her in the self-misery born of her failure of a child. Yet Gabriel knew the fault did not lay with her alone. There was another who had failed first, abandoning the wretch of a boy when he was but a child. Through the snow and worn paths the coy-wolf stalked, his fur moving in time with well-toned muscle and against the blistering wind. Gabriel did not feel this. All he could see was the path before him, for his vision had narrowed as it so often did during those rages.

Each step in the house was deliberate, taking him past things he did not value, taking him to the doorway where he could smell her. It did not smell like the boy. He wondered, for a moment, if he even knew she was his mother. A rat scurried behind the door and Gabriel growled deep in his throat, frustrated. Halo loved those stupid things more than her own son, and her inability to care for him had produced a monster. Dimly, he wondered what heredity had led to such a thing—Halo’s, certainly, but the boy’s eyes were familiar in other ways…

Gabriel steadied himself, unwilling to cause a scene in front of his members. The Aquila had to be the rock. Even if he wished nothing more than to chase down the brat and rip his throat out. “Halo,” he said gruffly, a subtle order.

Halo Lykoi · 02-24-2011, 12:56 PM

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300+ date? :O

A light hum vibrated within the slender throat coated with soft hues of golden caramel. The occasional sounds of small claws scratching against the wooden floor was a familiar sound registered daily, and so she took no notice of it other than unconsciously locating the present rodent’s position in the room. Her silky hair had been pulled back in a not so elegant pony tail for time being, for she had found herself to be in a most productive mood today, and after having cleaned the room she currently inhabited, she had now readjusted her focus somewhat. The katanas had not been used often lately at all, but that was no excuse to not treat them regularly.

The mineral oil she had fished up from her slim collection of various objects in her drawer was old and not optimal for this use, but it was far better than nothing at all. The sword sang sweetly as she drew it from the depths of its black sheath, and as always, the female had to admire its metallic shine. The object in her hand was her better half; there was no doubt within her about that. Deep copper ear shifted slightly at a sound beyond the closed door leading to the hallway. Silas?

Hope vanished quickly, for it was her uncle’s voice that sounded on the other side of worn wood. Had the Aquila ever sought her out in the past? Some form of excitement established itself within her, but the reason for this unexpected visit was not necessary something positive. The Lykoi princess placed the sword gently on the bed before she moved to open the door for her leader. As Gabriel’s form appeared behind the opening door, Halo head dipped instantly in an instantaneous sign of respect. ”Aquila.” The look on his face immediately killed the fluttery feeling in her chest.

Gabriel de le Poer · 02-25-2011, 07:04 PM

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December 5th <<;

He had suffered betray from all ends. It had begun with his parents, who had left him to the suffering of the wilderness and the unknown. His brother had been the second, turning against their family for the sake of a wolf he did not know. It had been a half-brother next—one that had returned to strike at Gabriel’s weak daughter when she had been too young to defend herself. Yet Andre was dead, and Vitium had a death sentence over his head, and his father was long-dead and his mother no longer considered an enemy. So now a singular traitor remained, one that had sprung from the loins of his niece. Unable to destroy him, Gabriel sought the source for a singular purpose.

The deep colored warrior appeared behind the door, showing him the respect that his wolfish blood so demanded. Had he not come for such a terrible purpose he would have been pleased to see it. Gabriel had always liked Halo, for she above her brothers had proven loyal. This was all he had ever truly asked for.

It was the boy’s face that flickered through his mind and turned his eyes dark. “Your son is no longer welcome in this clan. You are to treat him as you would any other traitor.” With death. Even Faolin had that curse hanging over her head. Blunt as he was, Gabriel’s tone was even and quiet. His war was not against this woman.

Halo Lykoi · 02-26-2011, 04:23 PM

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Clouds shadowed the depths of amber before her, and the words that followed transferred the overcast to her. Her face could only be described as blank for a moment as she was certain she had heard him wrong—misunderstood something. The woman was hard on those who turned their backs to the clan for whatever reason, and it was hard to decide how to interpret his words. Gabriel de le Poer did not joke; did not lie. She knew something horrible had happened. One step was taken away from the doggish clan leader, and hands sought together and up to her chest. The feeling of shock was recognized, and her mouth was too dry.

”What?” but that was not the right response. She had heard what he said. ”Why?” She wanted to speak up and claim that it had to be some mistake, but she knew so little about the child she had brought into this world. Kaena had taken over custody willingly, and all she had now were those sporadic visits to settle the merciless ache that existed in her heart. She did not want to be a mother, but she could not help but love him. And now she feared for the boy. What had he done.

Gabriel de le Poer · 02-27-2011, 02:21 PM

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Gabriel watched her change, saw the doubt and the fear that overcame her face. She did not know what a monster her boy had become. It was better that way. Naivety could be her shield. Yet this too would only do so much, and the Aquila knew in his heart nothing she could say or do would change what he had become. Once he had cast a blind eye to the monsters that lived within his home. Terrible beasts lived within Inferni, including the dark-faced hybrid. After all, had he not killed his brother? Had he not sentenced his once-mate to death should she return? Most certainly, Gabriel was a monster.

He wanted to say that Itachi was this too, that his blood was bad, that Gabriel recognized the face of evil when he saw it. Those eyes were not Lykoi eyes. He had recognized them but not understood that. The boy would have destroyed one leader and crushed Halo in that same wake.

“He tried to kill my mother,” was all he said.

Halo Lykoi · 02-28-2011, 08:41 AM

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It was difficult to admit that there was a curse following her. Where had the fatal flaw in the boy’s heart come from? Halo had more self insight than one would imagine, and knew that if anything, she had unknowingly guided the boy along the path of destruction. Could it be because the mother was unable to love her son as vividly as what was expected? She had always believed that the world would have looked brighter without Itachi in the world, and it was excruciating so pick up this train of thought now. Never again could she look at him without looking at her enemy. Hurt was clawing through the pulsing organ beneath her branded chest, but it was the same feeling she had become acquainted with over the years. .

Perhaps the depths of ruby gathered spare amounts of moisture, but she would not shed these tears of shame in his presence. To scream and shout almost seemed a good idea for a moment, but nothing could make this situation better. Nothing at all. ”Why would he do something like that?” the question was brought live by the soft voice, but the question was not meant for anyone in particular. What her eyes saw was the boy; his face. The child had always been strange. She should have realized the warning sooner, and now it was too late. Vivid concern for Kaena moved ahead of the internal storm rising. ”Kaena, is she okay?” How could you do this to us, Itachi?

Gabriel de le Poer · 03-01-2011, 10:08 PM

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Word Count → -- :: Hit me up on AIM or in the chat sometime so we can discuss this thread :>

The love between a mother and her son was something that Gabriel could not fathom. He did not love anything or anyone as deeply—he had before, but over the years his heart had hardened and become distant. To know such a thing was to make one vulnerable. Would she raise up arms against her son? Would she ever kill him? Kaena had proven to Gabriel she couldn’t do such a thing. Gabriel most certainly would not hesitate to slaughter those who did his family harm, be they blood or not.

Gently, Gabriel continued. “She’s alive. She’s as hurt and confused as you are.” Why shouldn’t she be? The woman had become a surrogate mother for that monster. The Aquila’s eyes dimmed for only an instance, as if recalling something. Curiously, the answer was an eloquent one. “He acts as his blood demands.” the wolfish male continued. “Who is his father?” There was a suspicion within him, but he feared the answer.

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Halo Lykoi · 03-07-2011, 06:42 AM

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It will have to be on the chat, as I work ridiculous hours this week D:

What was she expected to feel?

The boy’s blood would mean nothing now, for he had tried to take the life of another member, both of the family and the clan. It was unacceptable, and she knew this. The warrior was torn, of course, but Itachi could not fall further from grace now. The mother would mourn her own way, but the boy would receive no special treatment. This was what she convinced herself of, though she had yet to be put to the test with a sword in hand and the traitor son’s exposed neck.

Halo expected punishment from her leader, but there was none. Perhaps he thought the knowledge of her son’s hideous betrayal was enough. It was more than enough to torment her in the months to come. His words about blood made flames brighten her orbs from within; a flash of thunder in the building storm. But the Aquila was right; of course he was. There was a lot of built up hatred inside her, but never had she found the face of her attacker.

Rubies fell to the floor in quiet defeat, for she had no answer to give her superior. ”I don’t know. I think I was sedated.” It was humiliating to stand before this man and be faced with the nightmare that had brought Itachi to life, but she could not deny Gabriel as long as she had at least something to give.

Gabriel de le Poer · 03-08-2011, 06:55 PM

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Word Count → -- :: AND EVERYONE STALKING THIS THREAD RAGES. TROLOLOLOLO

He did not miss the change in her face, nor the way that her body responded to the question. Muscles went taunt, remembering something she did not, and he felt a fierce desire to destroy the thing she had spawned. It was no longer her son in his eyes—no longer a living person related to him by blood. Halo was his niece and though he had once sought to destroy all of the pride she had carried for a traitor, he hated seeing her so defeated. Gabriel knew she would never be able to slay her son. Kaena could not. She would be no different.

Now there came a second and far more terrible wave of hatred from within him. Sedated. The word was too sterile for the deed. She had either been intoxicated or forced. This changed nothing, but only strengthened a resolve set in motion years ago. Itachi would need to be erased from this earth. Of this, Gabriel had no doubt. “When I found him, he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.” Just as he had been when he was a child, Itachi was too still. It reminded him of Enkiel, though the jackal was almost reptilian in that respect. Itachi was not. He was simply wrong.

“Halo, he looked at me like—“ and he spoke the name, knowing now in his heart it was true.

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Halo Lykoi · 03-18-2011, 03:18 PM

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The end!

The silky fur on her neck rose with the cold that crept up her spine. She could hate Gabriel for the words he spoke, but it would be underserved. But all she had wanted was to let the past lie and never turn to it again. It was impossible, of course, but Gabriel’s words burned more than any physical wound ever could. A cream hued hand rose to add pressure beneath her throat, though she doubted that could soothe the waves of sickness that wanted to rise from her stomach. But it was not her wicked half-brother’s vibrant blue she had seen in her dreams, but somehow Gabriel had to be correct.

The warrior woman turned away, unable to maintain eye contact when she was so burdened with the shame. She had not wanted any of this; had not wanted the ugly monster that had invaded her womb and grown as if it had the right to live. Itachi was a monster, and it tore her apart. Perhaps she too always had known. The child had been a ghost—a shadow, until now. Beyond the apathy there had lurked a monster all along. ”I never wanted him...” And she could feel the familiar burn as liquid entered her eyes. This would always be her fault. Gabriel would eventually leave her to her thoughts, but nothing could ever be right again, and the words he had spoken would never fade.

She was definitely cursed.

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