lay it all on me
Dying wildflowers in numbers that can't even be imagined created a plush cushion beneath immense paws. Each time they were crushed beneath his toes, a plume of aromatic air would burst into being. The scents of any others was obliterated with each step along the cliff. Humming softly to himself, he finally let his mind wander to the source of his stress. The fight between Samael and Michael. Surely word had passed to the rest of the family by now, and what would become of the herald was completely unknown. Would the wrath of the Lord fall upon him next? Fallen, away from the love of his family, the herald would die. Loneliness would destroy him. Settling on his rump, empty gaze would lower. Lower jaw brushed by the golden fur of his chest, he could feel the tears welling hot and itchy in his eyes. "Lord, give me strength. What do I do?" He whispered, inaudible over the crash of waves far below. This was not sin. It wasn't. How could he balance his love for his family with his love of the Lord? Serving his Father and spreading the gospel brought him joy. However, the loathing of the Fallen simply did not make sense in his mind. Doubting the Lord was weighing on his shoulders, crushing him beneath its weight. He was Atlas, carrying the world upon his back. It was too much to bear. Michael, the right hand. He had wrought this upon him. Samael had been the first pebble rolling down the mountain, and slowly others came clattering down after him. Pearlescent auds pressed against his skull, lips curling as hot tears began to roll down his cheeks. He loved his Father, so dearly, and he loved his family more than life itself. Betraying them was unquestionable. He had already let Samael down, in not standing against the Lord when he had asked the worst of the youngest male. He couldn't fail the rest of them. Who had asked Samael to fight him anyways? Gabriel could defend himself! He wasn't incapable, he had been holding his own well enough against the right hand. Things wouldn't have escalated if Samael hadn't stepped in. Who gave him the right to fight Gabriel's battles? Sniffles contorted his face. Shallow breaths strained his chest. Why was everything so complicated? Loving family was the most important thing, Father had made it clear. Yet, as soon as they had sinned, all the feelings and love were supposed to vanish? It was cruel. Lifting one paw, he would wipe at his face with his bent wrist.
TO LET YOU KNOW WE MADE A MISTAKE |
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.
He padded along, his head hung in shame. Gabe's words still stung but he didn't let it show. It was a survival mechanism he had learned. If he didn't let anyone know they had gotten to him then he would be okay, he would live to cry in solitude alone like the failure he was. For that's what he was. Gabe did a good job reminding him of that. That he was alone and would never know the love of his family as he once had. Gabe hated him, and held such disgust and disdain for him.
Then there was Michael, a saint of the purest rage. He hated Sam so much. Wanted Sam dead. How was he to cope with the rage that Mike held for him?
He padded on gentle paws. He knew he was at his breaking point. Mike had thrown a wrench in his happiness. Had made sure Sam couldn't continue to live the lie he did. As he viewed Gabe ahead he stopped. They were all least 20 feet from each other but Sam couldn't bring himself to close the distance. Instead he reminded himself what others saw, a monster. A being so worth nothing it deserved nothing more than death. He lowered himself to the ground there. His ears pressed back. He made himself the easiest prey Gabriel had ever hunted in that moment. His head touched the ground and he lowered his eyes from Gabe.
If Gabe ended him and took his hide back all would be made well again. Or at least that's what he told himself. No word was needed to let Gabe know he was there. He hadn't conceal his approach or tried to hide his scent. The wind blew it directly to Gabe. He didn't want to surprise the Herald.
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.
Wind brought with it sounds. Heavy steps and testosterone rich musk. Sniffling once more, he tried to hurriedly wipe tears from his cheeks. The stains had already settled into the golden fur of his cheeks. He looked a mess, without a doubt. The vibrations of a large body slumping onto the ground quaked through his bones. The herald made a point not to move towards his younger brother. The chilled shoulder, that was what it was called? Samael had maintained a large distance, but nonetheless he was there. Shallow breaths deepened, steadied slowly. A feeling of numbness washed through his veins, mistaken for calm. Everything had come tumbling out with his tears, and now there was nothing left in him. He got to his feet. Samael should pay for mucking things up all over again. Punished, like the insolent child that he was. Slow movements would pull his body around, until he could track his brother by scent. Half hearted aggression on his face, audits tilted back and lips curled just a little. This was all his fault. Gabriel had never harmed another soul, aside from the occasional cuff to the head of his siblings when they were young. Would he throw that record away today? Submission bled from the other man's pores. He lay prone and unmoving. Bared fangs found themselves hovering over Samael's skull. He would take the man's sight from him too, teach him what this life was like. Make him know the hurt it felt to be constantly treated as a child. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a threat against his brother. No. Ever the coward, Gabriel found his jaws clamping shut mere millimetres from the delicate organs of Samael's face. The growl would reach a crescendo, and then he turned on a heel. Alabaster paw would swipe angrily at the dirt underfoot, sending shrivelled flowers flying across the ground. "You were foolish, Lucifer." He snarled, keeping his back to the snivelling boy. He wished he could summon up the energy to be angry. Fill himself with righteous fury as Michael always did. Instead, he was only tired. "You've made a mess of everything, again." Words hurt. Gabriel knew this all too well. He wanted to make Samael feel his pain, and know how it felt to ache in his chest for the love of his family and the simplicity of the past.
TO LET YOU KNOW WE MADE A MISTAKE |
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.