Reap Just What You Sow

N/A · 06-21-2013, 01:30 AM

Gabriel

Something was changing within the onyx youth. Something was shifting, growing, manifesting beneath the surface, he already felt different and while that had never truly bothered him, he had always felt strange. Why didn't he enjoy romping through the trees? Wrestling in the dirt? Exchanging insults in a fight just as quickly as one sustained blows. Why didn't he like the coppery tang of blood? Why did he have the irresistible impulse to be clean? Why was he so different? And why did the only person who had ever understood him... leave him alone?

These were questions he had asked himself a thousand times over the last few days until eventually he had stopped crying, he had stopped feeling heavy and weighed down, he had stopped wanting to please other people. Something in him had snapped, not something major, he wasn't going to go crazy and start screaming or causing a scene, he wasn't going to leave or runaway... but something small within him broke and his features hardened, grew distant, almost as if his mind had ventured elsewhere.

The gangly pup moved with a slow almost heavy countenance, his gait measured, calculated, a consistent mantra of one... two... three... four, echoing through his skull and as predetermined he had barely stepped but a few feet into Valhalla before a stranger chanced upon him, someone Gabriel had never met but probably should have at one point. Gabriel couldn't bring himself to care. Regardless he lowered his skull, ears pinned back against his cranium, plume curling between his hind limbs, submissive, obedient. Even after the friendly tone released itself into the air, Gabriel's muscles released there tension but his posture did not change and silence reigned for a long minute. What was he supposed to say.

"M'fine thank you." His tone was low but polite, still respectful, two toned eyes never strayed from this stranger.

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