I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Gabriel de le Poer · 02-28-2010, 08:40 PM

[html]

There were three bodies on the borders.

Both were so mutilated that Gabriel barely recognized them as coyotes. They had been his members, of course, but they were now just two piles of shredded flesh and discarded organs, slaughtered and thrown about to prove a point. This, and the fact they had been decapitated, was going too far. The Aquila stared at these things which had once been living, conscious souls, and felt nothing. He had disconnected himself from his subordinates early on, knowing that those who were unworthy would suffer and fall. As a soldier, as a once-called prophet, he had known this would come.

While he did not feel for the loss, he felt anger. It was a constant presence in his life, as constant as God and sin. What had been dumped at his borders was a challenge, a mockery. Someone had called him out, demanded his presence. Gabriel believed that the time for games, for playing it safe and keeping his coyotes cooped up behind the borders was over. Anselm had been wary to attack Dahlia and the faces of so many that had been at the meeting were uncertain, wary. As a soldier first and foremost, Gabriel could not fathom wanting to stand by idly. He was a war hawk, not a peace dove, and now had proof that whether or not Inferni was ready Haku would come for them.

Gabriel did not call for aid before he began to dig. His paws worked well in the softening ground, but the graves would be shallow at best. Deep enough to hide the taint of Dahlia’s wrath, deep enough to give those poor souls a better resting place then the harsh, unforgiving land around them. The smell of wet earth filled his nose, blocking out the horrible stench from the three once-coyotes.

Jedidiah · 03-01-2010, 11:23 AM

[html]

OOC: I hope this is alright. 300+

The stench of holy war was all about them. How he had managed to keep himself away from it all, even he did not know. But Jedidiah could no longer hide. He could not hide his disgust at everything around him, he could not hide his anger at the betrayal of fellow coyotes. The Dahlians were led by a demon, a monster sent from the bowels of Hell to destroy them all. He would burn the lands and bring about the end of days, unless they stopped him. He would make sure the monster was stopped, even if he did not deliver the killing blow. God had been merciful for long enough and now was the time for His wrath to be distributed on the unworthy. Gabriel and Kaena would help Him, they would be His soldiers in this war, His generals, for all the other coyotes would serve as dutiful soldiers. It was how things should be.



He spotted Gabriel from some way off, and the smell of death was all about him. The bodies were still visible and Jedidiah felt his gut wrench from the pain. He was angry now, angry as he had never been before. He was a healer, sure, and a holy man, but even those of the faith could be overcome by death and destruction. Slowly, he padded towards his leader. Burial had been a great thing in his pack, with ceremonies that lasted for days. To remember the souls of those who had passed. To remember their lives and their deaths. But these coyotes no longer resembled something living. They were shells and God had long taken their souls from them. Their bodies needed to embrace the earth and become one with it.



May the Lord have mercy in their souls. It was all that could be said. With a polite nod to his leader, Jedidiah started digging alongside him. His claws dug into the earth and pulled it apart. If Gabriel wanted this moment to be his, then Jedidiah would understand and move along. Death was a private thing and he would never intrude on his leader's moments of solitude. Silently, he resolved to hurt the wolves who had done this.

[/html]

Gabriel de le Poer · 03-07-2010, 10:53 PM

[html]

300+

Twice before had Gabriel seen war. Of those times he had only once fought a demon. The wolves combating Scintilla were only arrogant, brutal pigs. They did not come with wickedness in their souls, only greed in their heart. One after one, those wolves had fallen to that very sin. So too, did the coyotes fall—Gabriel watched as his friends and companions suffered and were buried under mounds of dirt, most without any mark to prove their worth. Two badges made his worth apparent; one around his neck and the other cut into his face. While the Saint had protected him both to and from SoCal, it had been Gabriel’s God alone that had driven him home.

He had work to do. A shadow passed over his back, and Gabriel paused what he was doing long enough to see the source. Even though he saw anger in Jedidiah’s face, it was not enough to move him. Nor, further, were the words. A prayer, as meaningless here as a feather in the wind, carried off with that cold breeze. Gabriel had returned to digging long before the coyote had joined him, and did not object to the help. For several long minutes the two tore the earth asunder, and once he was satisfied with the depth, the Aquila began the arduous task of moving the bodies. He dragged them with his teeth, the strong wolf-body of his barely straining to move the corpses. It was apparent he wished no assistance in this part of their work.

Once the three bodies were piled into the ground, Gabriel quickly made to cover them. This took less time then digging the hole, especially with a second party present. What they were left with was a pile of soft, wet earth, and the stink of death all around them. It was only then that Gabriel spoke. “Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio,” he began, deep voice remarkably cold. “Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae coelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude…” His voice rose, and the coy-wolf exhaled. “Amen,” he sighed, and looked to the south. Somewhere out there, a demon was waiting for him.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?