[Gabe] Dont put your blame on me
08-11-2017, 06:48 AM
He entered the caves and upon entry his white coat turned a bluish purple. His sunset eyes seemed to glow here as they looked about. He was still searching for his children but they were a year so he did not worry if they could care for themselves. He knew they could. He had taught them what they needed to know and let them expand on their own. He didn't expect things from them like abba had him and his siblings. If he had it his way abba would be dead and his siblings free from his deceitful ways. He had to put that behind him though, as it was a lifetime ago and was no longer part of him. His siblings had moved on and he was left behind, to be forgotten except as the Lord of sin to them. It was a title he had earned yet he felt he hadn't.
He stepped further into the cavern, coming to a room full of glowing mushrooms. It was quite a sight to behold and he couldn't help but think of how his brothers would of enjoyed the natural beauty of this place. His haunches lowered to meet the ground and he sat mesmerized by the beauty of this place. He gave a smirk. This would honestly be a great place to take a lady if he really felt like getting layed. Easy enough to find and breathtakingly beautiful.
As his brother and current stalking interest Gabriel is allowed in any of his threads regardless of tags. Also as the father of Leviathan, Sathanus, and Mammon Sam is allowed to pop into any of their threads as he sees fits regardless of how they are marked.
08-14-2017, 04:05 PM
Columns of sinew and bone lifted and fell lightly upon the terra. This land was strange, filled to the brim with heathen wolves. None knew of the Lord and his glory. The behemoth roamed, seeking his siblings out. They had dispersed to find a base of operations in this new locale, and that was the last he had heard of them. The golden herald was getting worried. Sea foam optics stared out blankly, uniform colour eerily reflecting the surrounding landscape. Tall audits flickered to and fro constantly, listening for an approach. He was not the strongest of wolves, and relied on his brothers to protect him far too often for his liking. The elder males would be fine, but the saint worried for his younger siblings. They were big and strong now, but that couldn't stop him. Sensitive whiskers brushed against the bark of a tree, too close to his body, and he adjusted his path. It would be time to rest soon, the cooling air signalled the setting of the sun. His aching paws needed a break, as well. A soft sigh would leave him. The scent of carrion beckoned, pulled him forth. It wasn't like he could hunt very well in this unknown land. The ground disappeared. Beneath his feet was nothing. A startled yelp, and he stumbled down. The steep incline claimed him, pulled him into the depths. Sharp talons scrabbled at the hard packed earth, catching on nothing but loose pebbles. Steel cords fought against gravity, muscular thighs straining to keep him above ground. "Michael! Raphael!" He barked, praying the males were somewhere nearby. There was no response, and he was still slipping. A dip in the path under his forepaws, and it was all over. Grip lost, the herald tumbled into the unknown. Skidding down the slope, sharp things cut into his flanks and belly. The ride ended abruptly, and painfully. He collided with the ground below, lengthy limbs slapping against the softness of grass. The breath within his lungs had been stolen, and he gasped frantically. The cool, dank air flooded his chest. Everything felt closed off. Sound was dampened, like there was something above and around. This was a cavern. He wasn't dead. Scents of moss and peat, the sharp aroma he associated with stone. A wolf was within this space as well, somewhere. It was a familiar scent. His head throbbed from the fall, he couldn't identify it. Slowly, he gathered his limbs beneath himself. A groan rumbled in his chest, and he pushed himself up. Quivering muscles pulled and pushed, drawing him away from the incline. A wordless bark erupted from his jaws. The sound bounced back to him, echoed. There was no way out from here. Irritation began to bloom within his chest. "Gabriel, you fool." He cursed himself, and slowly turned until he could feel pebbles and dirt under his pads. This was the way up. The scent lingered within his nostrils. Samael. Urgency was suddenly the name of the game. His fallen brother was here. Why? Father, give me strength. He prayed silently. He couldn't face his brother now, the wound was only beginning to scab over in his heart. With great effort, he began to climb the steep trail. Did it wind? He didn't recall it winding. Being careful and being quick were, generally, mutually exclusive. He needed to get out fast, or risk encountering the one wolf he didn't want to.
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08-14-2017, 05:11 PM
All was quiet. All was well for Sam. Well if you didn't count the six missing children that evaded him daily. Of course he was proud they could evade him for so long but truly he wished they wouldn't try to evade him. The behemoth gave a sigh.
A bark had him turning his head and eyes in another direction. Deeper inside maybe? He pressed his ears back as a second bark sounded. He knew the voice. Gabriel. His eyes hardened. His brother being here could only mean badx news for him and his children.
He could leave now and leave his brother here let the blind fool die. Or he could do what he probably should and go help his dumbass and play the protector he knew he was.
He sighed. Choices were always hard. Especially these ones.
He stood then. His paws worked and he padded in deeper towards the sound of scrambling paws. He gave a snort. His eyes caught on the golden son Gabriel. "Ever the damsel in distress, Gabby?" and with that was a dry sarcastic tone. He could watch his brother freak out all day. Though he had more important shit to do. He moved sliding down into the crevass down next to Gabe. He shook his head before he acted. His brother already would know he was beside him. He was blind not deaf or dumb. He was smarter than Abba ever gave him credit for.
He aimed to bite into Gabe's scruff, rather harshly. He didn't need to be gentle with Gabe ever again in his life. Gabe betrayed him. Helped to take away his loves, condemned his children and then to add salt to an open wound he held him down while he was scarred and left defenseless. Should he have succeeded in his grip he then aimed to move up the slope and drag his brother with him. He would drag him all the way to the main chamber where it was safer and easier to find the exit from. Only then would he realise him with a grumble of a growl. His tail lashed ing annoyance. He shouldn't help him, he should be leaving him for dead yet here he was saving his ass from starvation.
As his brother and current stalking interest Gabriel is allowed in any of his threads regardless of tags. Also as the father of Leviathan, Sathanus, and Mammon Sam is allowed to pop into any of their threads as he sees fits regardless of how they are marked.
08-14-2017, 05:31 PM
Teeth in his neck. Too close to his throat. His brother had spoken, insulted him. Granted, it was entirely fair. Gabriel had cowtowed to their father's will. Samael sought vengeance for Gabriel's sins against him. Sightless gaze would be squeezed shut, waiting for the blow to fall. It didn't Samael dragged him from his strange little prison, as if he were a child. The indignity. A frown settled upon his pristine features. Finally, he was released. He stood slowly, tail low and ears back as he waited for the next move. Samael was just that much bigger than he, and far heavier. Should he choose, mauling Gabriel would hardly be a chore. The herald shook his ruff, sending strands of his brothers drool flying from his alabaster scruff. Something strange was in the air here, it smelled far more like earth. "While I appreciate the effort, Sa- Lucifer, I could have freed myself." He said testily, irritated by his younger brother ignoring his boundaries to treat him like some kind of infirm. He angled his head towards where he knew Samael was standing. Uniform hues of sea foam would flash in the dim light of the cavern. Being so close to his exiled sibling, he could taste the blood on his tongue. Smell the fear, acrid in his sensitive nostrils. It was overwhelming. Hackles bristled just a little, wary of the unknown situation and ambiguous motives of his fallen brother.
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