to sanctify all I hate

[Gabriel de le Poer]

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Set in Whisper Beach.
indent It had been nine days. Nine days of rain and nothing but a mindless, vicious fury. Gabriel remembered killing—he remembered that very clearly. His count had risen since he and his cousin had struck out. Since then, he had been a man possessed. There was little sleep. Each night he woke from frantic nightmares, writhing, screaming. He had not returned home because of this. He could not afford for Inferni to know their leader was starting to tear at the seams. He was fine. He was fine.
indent The more he told himself this, the less real it seemed. He believed in the path set before him, and in God’s will. Where the rosary around his neck had come from he did not remember—it bore both the cross and a relic of Saint Christopher. It was not his own life he prayed for, but that of his family. Each day, the threats seemed to be growing far realer. Each day, he came a little closer to finding the man who had begun this war. Each day, he lost himself a little more to the history of his blood. No more did Gabriel consider this a simple territory dispute, a matter of neighbors being un-neighborly. This had evolved into a holy war, warped in his mind, a war he would settle with God’s fire and God’s sword.
indent Gabriel sat in silence, staring at the ocean ahead of him. The wind toyed with his fur, and by all accounts he might have resembled a lost dog, waiting diligently for its owner to return home from across the sea. He was waiting, but not for that. He was waiting for the Voice, for the moment to strike, to end this as he had ended the land over the mountain.

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[Jenkai Miles]

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He had spent several nights here, leaving the beach house along the peninsula abandoned for some time. He might have been a little anxious about his possessions with this recent influx of wolves, but he had decided to let it slip from his mind. His intentions were to reform the map – adding detail so that he might work his way to the east very soon. He had a loose sketch of Dahlia de Mai’s borders, as well as a general circle of what Mew had called Inferni. That was it. The coyotes he had heard about. He thought about venturing there next so that he might shed more light to that area of his map and knowledge. At the same time, he had been warned to keep his distance. DANGER still was penciled below the name is large, bold letters. For now, he figured he would comply.



Though the color mirrored the water stretched out in front of him, Jenkai’s eyes were dripping with the heaviness of sleep. Out here in this unfamiliar territory, he had found it hard to catch some shut eye. The shelter of the beach house he missed – the solitude, the reassurance of its four walls. This beach left him feeling utterly exposed, vulnerable. But somehow he enjoyed the serenity of it all the same.



The rain had warped the paper some, but it could be expected. The past few days it seemed as if sunshine would never reappear. Pencil lines sketching out the northwest region had faded, but they were just generalized anyhow. He focused now on tracing the details of the shore, walking the stretch of sand from Dahlia de Mai eastward. Every so often his eyes would rise to the bay, missing gazing out at the water of the Atlantic near his home.

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[Gabriel de le Poer]

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Don't mind at all. I've also enjoyed yours. :]
indent It had been odd that Inferni had spent so much time on the beach. Gabriel, from a military perspective, saw the susceptibility of the position. He had chosen the Waste for just a reason—they had the high ground, and the cliffs and rocks gave defensive positions. Only some of the caves did not have exits, but they were not up against a mountain. If it came down to it, they could flee. Those that did not survive would be necessary casualties.
indent Like Arkham, he heard his sister’s voice accuse. The hybrid’s muzzle crinkled with distaste. He had not abandoned anyone intentionally, as his mother and father had. There had been no time. The fire had spread faster then he expected. It was a miscalculation on his part. A gust of wind turned the scents, and this time, it brought one he did not welcome. Wolf. Male. Alone. Golden-yellow eyes darkened, narrowing. This would be the fifth.
indent Without feeling the ground under his feet, Gabriel rose and began walking towards the scent. Nothing in his body posture suggested he was intending to kill the stranger. He stopped the moment he saw the approaching figure. He waited. If this man was like all the others, he would be predictable.

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