there's a fog from the past {samael}
The plush grasses were nirvana beneath his toes. After a few days trekking through arid deserts and plateaus, relief flooded his body. Apparently, heeding the advice of others had not become his strong suit. Having decided to venture further from his comfort zone, the golden male was now in the southern area of the continent. The herald could already taste the cool waters upon his tongue. Not to mention, there was the stink of rotting fish. Perhaps it was time to try his hand at fishing these waters. At home, he had been proficient enough. There had been a science to it, in the tiny creek near where they had grown up. Stand stock still, and when you felt something move, grab it. No one needed to see to catch something that was smacking them in the leg. This was a strange land, though. Here, he had no clue what was around him half the time. The sound of moving water attracted the male. This was a far cry from the creek of home. Nevertheless, he continued on. Underfoot, grass was slowly giving way to rough sand. The sound of water was growing louder. Something slimy brushed against his toes. He bent down, whiskers pushed forward to touch the thing. It was smooth and smelled like rot. A dead fish. Well, at least he knew there was some kind of food around if he didn't catch anything. Wading into the river, he let the current pull and tug at him. It definitely got stronger as he moved further in. However, he didn't feel threatened. Curling his toes into the silt at the bottom, he steadied himself knee deep in the water. Burying his feet made it easier to move without slipping like an idiot. Dipping his head, he took a drink. It was cool and refreshing. Exactly what he needed right now. Licking the droplets from his jowls, he held his head close to the surface of the water. His whiskers kept him steady, letting him know where the water was. Now, he just needed to wait for a fish to come to him.
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His life had become a cycle of eat, sleep, track, and stalk. As creepy as that sounded though Sam found it to be a relaxing thing. Gabe was likely well aware that he was being stalked but probably did his best to ignore Sam. After all Sam was the fallen one. The most recent trail had Gabe moving away from the deserts and then towards some other place. Probably was starving by now though honestly Sam was more than willing to hunt Gabe some fresh meat. As much as Gabe hated to be babied Sam wanted to do nothing else. He did figure Gabe secretly wanted to be dotted on like he was a female, Sam was completely willing to do so. As he came up from his brother's backside he made no effort to hide himself from him. There was no need. His eyes ghosted over Gabe's backside and a smirk lit his lips for a second. Then he looked down to the rotting fish. Disgusting. He took no care towards the fact that this could potentially be Gabe's only meal if he failed to catch fish and quickly knocked it into the current. It was satisfying to watch the thing go down the river from them. Gabe wouldn't be eating that rot if Sam had any say in it. His eyes then returned to Gabe's form. The silence that he had recently taken up would not be broken unless Gabe did so. He padded closer until he too was chest deep in the water, his toes curled into the silt beneath. He didn't need words to know Gabe would disapprove nor that Gabe hated him for some reason he couldn't fathom. He stood stock still and waited. A fish would eventually come to him. It was Gabe who had taught him this lesson in the first place. His ears perked and he focused on fishing their dinner out. Walk, "Gabriel speaks", "Samael speaks", Think |
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.