Curse My Name
He returned to the godless lands and felt...Fury and rage were words too small for what he felt. His anger filled him like a fire, and for moths he had felt nothing but the all consuming hate that carried him now. He had followed the scent of his brother and that… creature’s offspring to the cold north where he now waited, jaws clenched to be received. He recalled bitterly his last meeting with Gabriel, how he had warned them, told him and Uriel not to trust him. Had they listened?! No! They were far too convinced of the vile serpent’s innocence, and look at what had happened.
Pulling his lip back from his fangs he stood and sucked in as much air as he could. “GABRIEL!” he bellowed, scattering birds into flight, his booming voice echoing through the trees and sending animals fleeing for miles. If he fled or even though of trying to escape he would run him down and slaughter anyone who tried to stop him. Madness consumed him without His light to guide him to solace, his heart hammered furiously as the need for blood consumed him.
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The harried whispers of feathers brushing against one another turned to a cacophony of violent wing beats as birds took explosively to the air. His name echoed over the horizon, bellowed in rage by a brother long scorned. -he gnashed his terrible teeth, and he roared his terrible roar- Pale auds pressed tight to his skull, the herald dared not move for fear his heart may burst from his chest. Raphael. His beloved brother sought him in fury and anguish. Would he tear his retribution from Gabriel's chest, as Michael had torn it from his pliant visage? The icy rush of fear raced up his limbs, coalescing in his spine until it gathered neatly into his lungs. Breath came in short gasps through aching ribs. It was all his fault. Though Samael had been the one to rend His head from His shoulders, each and every one of them knew if was, in fact, Gabriel's doing. In the end, he had been the driving force in so much of Samael's defiance. Had he coddled him during his youth? What of the rampant tales of adventure and grandeur? Perhaps he had been to forthcoming with affection and reassurance. Whatever the cause, in the end, Gabriel had allowed this. The golden titan lifted his head. Narrow shoulders would square against the eminent brutality that Raphael would rain down upon him. Heavenly wrath would smite him here and now. Before he could do right by the Lord. It was not hard to track down his brother. Leaden silence had fallen like a blanket over the lands for miles all around. All that was needed was to arrive at the epicentre. Thus, the herald stood before the light bringer. Empty gaze stared out from deadened sockets, perfect marbles of sea foam hardened against predictable violence. Didn't it always end this way?
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.
A snarl ripped through him as his brother approached, his fur bristled to make the behemoth larger than he already was. “What have youdone ?!” He spat, keeping his distance from the ochre male out of his own fear for what he might do if he came any closer. “I warned you! I told you!” He rumbled furiously “Look at what he has done because you refused to listen to me!” His voice rose as the entirety of the situation came to him with each word. Anger coursed through him until white hot fury blinded him, hot breath escaped him in puffs visible in the chill air of the north. His muscles tensed as he felt the drive to charge forward, sink his jaws into his flesh, rip him apart and… And…
As his eyes lingered over the disfiguring scars on his brother’s face his anger began to dissipate. Michael, The Sword of His Glory had done that to Gabriel, and as realization of what had driven him to forgive Lucifer dawned on him his anger began to fade. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “All is lost.” He rumbled and then hung his head. He looked back at his brother, his eyes cold with resolve but absent of mindless fury. “ Have you signed a covenant with the serpent?” He asked interrogatingly. “Do you stand by him still after what he’s done?” He needed an answer, needed to know that his brother was not truly gone, lost from the world and doomed to damnation. He watched his brother, hoping against hope, but bracing himself for the devastation of betrayal.
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A snarl pierced his eardrums, scraping and clawing at his auds the entire way down. "What have you done?!" his brother demanded, vocals twisted by the rage burning in his chest. The herald couldn't form the words upon his tongue to explain. There was so much to say, and his brother wouldn't want to hear any of it. "I warned you! I told you!" he roared, each word raising a violent ringing in his sensitive ears. He was right, of course. On all counts. Raphael had warned him of Samael's nature, and that he would bring destruction to their lives. Which he had. The Lord was slain, and the world reeled with the loss of Him. “Look at what he has done because you refused to listen to me!” He saw it clearly now, the foolishness of his actions. With Raphael here once more, standing before him, a beacon of light found its way into his heart. "It was not refusal, brother." He whispered, auds low against his skull. "It was love, and sentiment. I am blind in more ways than one," his skull tilted to incline his snout away from Raphael's wrath. "I see only the sweet boy that I raised alongside his siblings, and felt only love in my heart. After what we'd done, how could I not be ashamed for commiting atrocities in His name to a boy I had loved so?" Why was he speaking? Raphael cared not for his deflections or excuses. Like Michael had, once, there was ire dripping from his jaws. The thought returned again, that Raphael might choose to rend his sins into his flesh, just like Michael. The harsh sound of breath wheezing past parched lips met his ears. Another chapter of his verbal onslaught? “All is lost.” Raphael spoke mournfully, his previous rage tempered into something softer. “Have you signed a covenant with the serpent?” he asked, sonorous vocals reverberating through Gabriel's skull. The herald shook his head weakly. "I was given many an opportunity, but I never accepted. It felt.." the golden titan searched for the right words. To give voice to the sensation that had nagged at the back of his mind each time Samael had offered him kindness and love. "inappropriate." On whose part, exactly, he left out. “Do you stand by him still after what he’s done?” Raphael continued in his harsh tone, and the herald could feel his eyes boring into his pelt. Gabriel hesitated. He had lingered on the fringes of his brother's family group, but he didn't fit with them. Not anymore. Not after this. With Father's death a fresh wound, he couldn't bring himself to enjoy the spoils of patricide. "I don't think I can, brother. To lose His light leaves me aimless, without guidance." he murmured in reply, pointing his snout in the direction from which Raphael's voice sounded. "Why did this have to happen?" he pleaded, auds drooping, brows drawn.
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.