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Foredated the 17th of Feb.

DaVinci shouldn't have done it but the deed was done and the steele blue hybrid had thrown the truth back to his mother's face. It had been childish but he'd already lost his love to those damnable lands and now his sister was twisted up in the same fate. If Iskata was going to act like the world was perfect and fine without her last born daughter he was going to be the one to push her over the edge. He'd done it once before though not on purpose, now he'd done it with reason and with passion. He'd felt little guilt for goading the woman into moving into life again but when the spark had reentered into those sightless eyes he'd stood a little taller and had walked away like he'd achieved something for once. What he didn't know was what had started ticking away in the silver and gold woman's head.

The silver and gold woman had struggled to get to the sandy shores of the coast but once she'd reached them she stood there to make certain that what her nose was telling her was the truth. Her daughter had come to Inferni. The damn clan had stolen enough from her and she wasn't letting them have this part of her. She'd made mistakes but she was the child's mother, the damn clan had no hold on the small Sadira child except the name of her father. Iskata bared her fangs to the thought... It was all twisted and shattered, she blamed him, he blamed her.. and over and over it seemed to roll and roll. Enough was enough, the woman would have her family back, starting with Zana.
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     The dream had come to him again. Gabriel had not dreamt of that night for months, but something had triggered it. He saw the woman, crying, begging. He saw a blue-eyed devil destroy her, and spill blood on the ground. He saw her crucified and saw that blood pour like a river, and this time he could smell it. He opened his eyes in the dark and saw the vision still, but now heard a voice that did not belong to God, nor belong to his mother. It was his father’s voice, as it had been when he last heard it.
     Silently, moving away from the sleeping bodies of his son and two wards, the man headed down to the shore. He walked with a purpose, still tasting blood in his mouth. The hybrid found her, scarred, twisted, destroyed by his bloodline (as it was meant to be, it seemed) and stopped dead in his tracks. “You need to go home,” he said, not asking as he might have when Faolin was there, but now demanding.




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Iskata caught the scent of the male as he approached, she rose to her full height, her ears pricked forward as she waited. When the voice struck loud and clear she growled softly as she answered. "No." The single word was firm as she stood before the man that had in more ways than one destroyed her world, and what he hadn't destroyed his blood or clan had finished off the work. Her silvery gold fur ruffled in the soft breeze as the gulls called overhead, those sightless eyes watching him as though there was still enough vision to know what stood before her, in a way she knew fully well what stood between her even without her sight.

Her voice was bitter as she stated simply. "I want to see my daughter" Wrong words but they would get the point across. Jefferson and DaVinci might just believe the words of the male but she wouldn't. She wanted to see her daughter and she was going to stand here until he delivered. The male that was more doggish than coyote or wolf wasn't going to take this child away from her. He'd taken enough and she wasn't going to stand for it anylonger. She might not hold the strong frame she once did but she was still strong of soul and will. She was a stubborn bitch when she needed to be.
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     His feet dug into soft ground, warmed by the sun and turned muddy. Though ice was placed in spurts along the shore and hills, there was little around them. Something felt off despite this. He couldn’t quite name the feeling, but it was not unfamiliar. Like the voice in his head, he recognized it. “She doesn’t want to see you. She thinks you’re a monster.” And she was, though not because of what she looked like now. Gabriel had known that she was a monster from the first day they had met.
     “Get out of here,” he demanded again, a low growl rumbling in his chest.




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The words of the male struck her heart but she couldn't deny what he was saying. She was a monster though how she'd come to be a monster in the eyes of her daughter had been an accident and the only way to fix that was to bring her back to try and repair what had been broken. She growled at the male as he demanded her leave once more. She stood firm and shook her head as she spat. "Not without my daughter.", the stubborn bitch just didn't know when to quit.

Her voice rattled on as she hissed to the male, "How long before she sees you for what you really are Gabriel. I'm not the only monster.." The one before her was born and bred out of bad blood and if she was a monster than he was twice whatever she could be in the eyes of her daughter. "Did Faolin finally see the truth behind the mask you wore.." always she went too far, always she had in the past and til the end of time she would. The scent of her friend was missing from the lands and she wondered what the bastard had done this time to send her off once more.
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     Something began to pulse in his head, a steady, constant thing. That voice was back, low, but demanding. It would not be ignored. He tried to listen, to understand what it was saying, but Iskata’s words came at him like daggers. It was not until her name was brought up that Gabriel’s entire stance changed. His eyes flashed and turned to liquid fire, and the fur all along his spine stood on end. White teeth just beginning to ivory exposed themselves to the cold air, and his face was a devil’s grimace.

     “Don’t bring her into this,” he growled, voice dropping a dangerous octave.





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ooc- should we change the date this was preset for the 15th since it was pos to be when Faolin was gone? lol, like Gabe can kill Isk then the same day Faolin reappears.. Big Grin

Iskata couldn't help it, she'd already gone there and her blood was boiling. The temper of the woman was always her bane and it seemed that once more she'd let it take her away. A soft growl emitted from her throat as she spat. "She's always been part of this.." Perhaps she hadn't meant to be but from the moment that Iskata and Faolin's lives had crossed paths they'd brought misery to one another in the shadows of their own friendship. There was always a part of her heart that had belonged to Faolin and she hated having to share that friend with the beast before her.

Her scarred orbs lifted to where Gabriel stood as she growled bitterly. "She wouldn't have let you get away with this.." and Iskata knew it was true, without Faolin by his side the male seemed to show his true side. She wished there was some way of showing the woman the twisted bastard she loved so much.. but she figured Faolin was blind to the truth by now.
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Would you mind if we set this the 14th instead? Giving Gabriel a day to recover would work out awesomely for me. Aaand once she starts going 'Faolin is dead, it's all your fault!' then I'll have him attack her.


     Something was taunt, something heavy and made of metal. It clung to his reason and his divided truths. His feet gripped the earth for something solid even though his head was all but done. Kaena’s eyes, one of the many things her son had gained from her, remained fixed ahead. Each word began to blur, little by little. Each sensation began to grow, to widen. His ears were ringing, but whether this was due to a warning or because of Ahren’s voice he did not know.
     “Shut up,” the hybrid hissed.




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ooc-That works. Big Grin

It was funny, though she was so furious at the male she couldn't help but laugh as the only thing he could say was the simple hiss of shut up. If she was able to see the male she would have seen how far she'd begun to push him, but having lost her sight to the Aquila's father hadn't help to sharpen that sense. Her blood boiled at the simple command he had hissed at her as she snarled back, her muscles tensing as her voice cut through the crash of the waves behind them. "Does the truth hurt Gabriel?" She laughed bitterly at how the male had ruined their lives and yet he seemed to deny he'd ever been wrong.

She took a step forward as she lowered her head and softly let the words fall from her lips. "What happened to Faolin this time.." she asked. "She's dead isn't she? How many lives did you have to ruin Gabriel.." her words were soft and deadly as she couldn't help letting the bitter words out. She hated the male with such a passion but what had hurt the most had been how he'd tried so to keep them apart.
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     All of a sudden the noise was all too much. Her laughter began to vibrate out of time with the sound coming from his chest. His father was screaming, demanding, promising a world aflame. His mother echoed, shrieking, reminding him that they were all alike. Faolin’s voice was lost in his daughter’s terrified cries, and in Andrezej’s faithless and empty words. Then that tension inside of him snapped like a piano chord and struck all reason blind and deaf.
     With a sound more akin to a roar, Gabriel propelled himself forward. His eyes, though wide, saw nothing. The male reared up to his full height and brought his forelegs down on her chest, claws searching, and his teeth snapped wildly, seeking a final and desperate blow that would silence the noise.




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She knew she would have reached the point of no return with the male but she hadn't assumed that it would have happened like this. Iskata had no way of taking back the words she'd spoken and though she didn't know if her friend was dead Gabriel had of course made certain that she was dead to the Sadira woman. He'd taken away the joy of their friendship and left her with nothing but mixed memories, sorrow and sweet but tainted just the same.

The snap back to reality was the angry cry as the Aquila had thrust himself forward at her. The woman flailed as she tried to snap back at him, her world nothing but darkness as she felt his claws ripping into her flesh and the hot snap of his teeth close to her throat. She tried to back away but the blow he'd dealt her to the chest had knocked her off her feet and made int impossible to rise from under his weight. She snarled back at the male as she blinly groped for anything.. yet she had a sinking feeling she'd bitten off more than she could chew this time
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     Gabriel felt and saw nothing. He heard. He heard his father, laughing, heard his father promising the end of days. He heard his daughter pleading, crying for him. He heard his mother. sheisresponsibleshediditkillherKILLHERKILLHERKILLHER He heard this and he heard the echoing reverberations of the piano wire, crashing through his senses and severing feeling as it had reason. Iskata’s hands cut a pattern over his body, clawed at his chest, and he might have been bleeding except he felt nothing. He saw nothing. All he did was hear. And Gabriel, as he had been taught, heard and obeyed.
     They hit the ground and his forelegs hit the ground, held him steady. His back feet were two pistons out of time, kicking wildly, blinding cutting at the soft underbelly where the soul lived. His teeth continued to snap, now covered in a froth of white foam which had just begun to redden. He would find his mark. Before the end of this that fucking noise would stop.






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The woman couldn't exactly fight off what she couldn't see and her actions were pathedic in her own mind as she snarled and snapped at the male, her voice shrill as she tried to cut through the beast's head. "Gabriel!" she cried out as she felt his hind legs digging into her soft underbelly. Her bad leg buckling under her as she could feel the tears gathering in the corners of her blank eyes as she felt the leader's fangs cut across her collarbone.

She screamed out as the pain lashed red across her world of black for just a second in time before all was dark again. She snapped out at the male once more as she felt herself weakening, the blood she knew she was loosing was too much and reality set in as she knew she wasn't going to escape this time.
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     The noise was all but deafening now. He heard nothing outside of his head; not the woman’s voice, not the sound of the wind, not the soft and maddening silence that had enveloped the world around them. It was growing remarkably cold; except Gabriel did not feel this, for his mind was on fire. A monstrous thing he had become, all flesh and bone, unaware and yet entirely perceptive in this mechanical fashion of the goal at hand.


     Iskata’s teeth closed around his thick neck fur, but she could not maintain her hold. Gabriel continued to strike, continued to move his feet and cut her belly to ribbons. Then, as surely as a viper, he struck out for her throat.



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Tears left streaks down her cheeks as she felt her grip on the de le Poer's neck, she knew sooner or later what was going to happen next. She could feel the wounds rippling across her belly and thighs as she tried to keep his dull nails from ripping into her tender flesh. She was losing control, she'd lost it the moment she'd stepped paws outside her pack's lands. The lady of Phoenix Valley, once Matriarch whined softly as she whispered, "Forgive me.." the words were not for the male before her but those she knew she would leave behind.

Almost too soon it seemed that she felt his fangs digging into her throat, the clamp of his jaws cutting off any other sound she might make as the darkness she'd once known was replaced with a sensation of nothing as her own strength had finally given out. The Sadira who'd been to hell and back wasn't returning from this venture, no matter how strong her soul was and how stubborn her will.
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     The screaming stopped first. Slowly, things began to quiet. It was a gradual thing, like a storm rolling across mountains. All of the noise began to quiet and stop until one voice, which had been the first voice, remained. His father’s voice was a quiet murmur, though it was as strong as he remembered it when he was a child. It’s done, the dead man reassured him. She’s gone.
     Gabriel’s jaws released as if a spring had shattered. He remained remarkably still as his vision returned, despite knowing what must have happened. The iron in the air betrayed this above all else. On the ground she lay, perhaps finally the martyr she had intended to be. And then it began to snow, melting as it hit the blood-stained sand. This only lasted for a few minutes, for the heat had left her quickly.
     He moved with a soldier’s precision. Gabriel dragged the body into the surf, into the water which only did so much to wash away the blood and sand, and let the water take her. The Aquila did not bother with the shore, for the water had begun to greedily lap up the color from the sand. Shaking the salt-water from his coat, Gabriel turned and left.




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