[MaMa] send away for a perfect world
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Without Inferni, without his family, Gabriel was a man bound only to the Word. He had thought this enough, but time was a cruel thing and with it came the weight of days. Weary in soul as he was in body, he had been ready to turn tail and retreat to the Waste.

Then he had met her.

A part of him knew that she was damned. A part of him would have destroyed her. Yet something kept him moving, learning, listening. Gabriel had come to her side when no others would and been given a task. If there was something proven by his past is was that Gabriel de le Poer was a very patient man.

So they had begun hunting together, feeling out the partnernship, uncertain and unwelcoming. He was older than her, grizzled by war and loss. Gray flecked his muzzle where it had not been before and his eyes carried ghosts. He thought often of his children, and especially of those he did not know—he thought of Anu and Faolin and Alaine with dim and distant longing. Someone new had come into his life and slowly, it was her face he was coming to see. Slowly, he sought to replace them all.

Head low, he trailed the earth as a dog of old, looking very much line one himself. A mass of scar tissue bunched at his shoulder and he slowed, keenly aware of the limp. At his throat, the cross and Saint clattered together. Only his father’s sigil remained still, nestled comfortably in the thick crème fur around his throat.

“Axelle?” He called over his shoulder, certain she would want to see what he was now certain were remains of a campsite.

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#2
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he’s a myth that I have to believe in
all I need to make it real is one more reason

Word Count → 0 || Points → 0 :: Ooc.


She had been following him for most of the way. She should’ve been leading him to her father, not the way that it was going, but she let him feel important. Anything for love, she guessed. She followed quietly behind him mostly enjoying the scenery because Gabriel had his nose glued to the ground – sniffing away.

It had been a while since she first met him – and how they met was peculiar. Nothing had ever developed for her from a random encounter – like from the one she met him in. They clicked right away and that was when she knew he would save her – save her from all of her pending problems and save her from herself. He was older than she was, but that didn’t bother Axelle none. She felt he had more experience in the world and she knew he would be able to teach her and show her many things that she still remained ignorant to.

His abrupt pause broke her from her thoughts. She stopped just behind him, bending down to rest a hand on one of his scarred shoulders. Her eyes scanned the horizon and she noticed the remains of the campsite as well. ”What is it?” Just in case he had more on the subject than what was before her eyes.

Scenting the faint smell of a burning fire in the air made her blood boil. It seemed that they had just missed him. A low growl rumbled in her chest as she straightened to walk over to the site. She poked around the small patch of bare land and kicked a few sticks out of her path. Anger burned in her eyes as she broke her stare from the dwindling fire to the way that he must’ve gone. ”He can’t be far.” Her voice was as calm as ever, but it did have a sinister tone to it. She began to march in the direction she believed was his scent. ”See if you can scent him, babe!” She called back to Gabe as she marched onward.


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She was and was not like the other women who had been in his life. There was true darkness in her, as visible as that black half of her coat, and sometimes he hated the way she looked and spoke. Sometimes he thought it would be best to save her soul as he had saved so many others, but each time the nagging doubt and his own aging, lonely heart kept him from turning on her. This was why the task she had put him on mattered so much—in slaying the beast that had sired her she might come to know peace. She might come to know the world without the scowl and the far-off look in her eyes.

He trailed the campsite on four legs, familiar and comfortable in this shape. There was the scent of fresh-kill (a rabbit, as he soon stirred up a bit of fur) and the musk of her father. He wondered, again, how old this man was. Gabriel knew he was old enough to have sired the girl himself, and was again thankful that no society existed in this wilderness. No one judged him but the Spirit and in his heart there was no doubt.

“He knows we’re after him,” Gabriel reminded her, and dog-trotted towards her side. The scents were thick everywhere, but it seemed like instinctively she had homed in on the strongest. He brushed against her lightly, in a reassuring manner. “Patience, little bird, patience,” the hybrid said softly, though he was smiling a bit. He smiled more around her than he had in years.

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he’s a myth that I have to believe in
all I need to make it real is one more reason

:: Hehe... Dark thoughts are coming to Gabe, eh?


She growled, and stopped in her tracks remembering that little tidbit. He did know they were after him – and what if he was leading them straight into a trap? They needed to think outside of the box. As Gabe came towards her and rubbed on her leg, she realized just how tall she was to his Lupus form – and she wasn’t even that tall to begin with. So, she began to shift down into Secui in the middle of everything. She would still be bigger than him in muscle mass, but at least they would be on somewhat the same level.

”What do you think we should do?” Her voice was a little strained as her body was going through a big change. Her bones compacted down to smaller, wolfier ones and her spine readjusted itself in its new position. Soon, after a few moments, she was on all fours, but the transformation still hadn’t completed. She looked as best as she could in his direction while her body made the finishing touches on her shift. When it was complete, Axelle cracked her neck and shook the dust from her fur. ”Maybe he’s leading us toward a trap.” Just in case he wasn’t thinking like her in the current moment.

Axelle walked back to his camp, as she was off to the side almost back into the forest again. She eyed whatever he left behind – which was mostly garbage and bones. Stuff he didn’t need, and stuff she couldn’t use to figure him out. Her father was a tricky soul – he didn’t think simply. And she knew she needed to be clever in order to play him at his own game. The only problem with that was: what was his game?


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