Angel With A Shotgun

N/A · 06-22-2013, 02:44 PM

Gabriel

He wasn't sure what he felt. His world had tilted, spinning on its axis and whirling out of control and yet... he felt no fear, no anxiety, no hatred or sadness, only an overwhelming sense of calm and peace and that perhaps, frightened him the most. He didn't care that Pip was gone, he had no desire to see her. If she stumbled upon him, so be it, otherwise he didn't mind, she had left him, he had not chosen to abandon Valhalla for a different pack, she was no longer family and thus he made sure his feet did not take him to Seracia. He padded in the opposite direction.

Seracia was the only other pack he knew of... well besides Glaciem, he had heard stories of the snow and ice covered mountains, but knew little about it. The scent of the land changed and being the curious half-ling that he was, he wandered towards it. Two toned gaze would linger on the strange surroundings, attempting to take it all in and absorb it. Even if he was dealing with his own stresses, he was still a puppy and he got distracted easily. Curiosity was a big factor in the youths life and he was mesmerized by this strange place. His tail wriggled behind him, excited that he had found somewhere new, somewhere exciting, everything else in the young males life, was momentarily forgotten.

He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be so exuberant about something! A rustle, a foreign scent, something different cause his nose and the small obsidian male turned, two toned gaze seeking the source of his noise, both curiosity, excitement and fear all twining within his mismatched gaze.

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