The path to righteousness

The form of Gabriel approaching him was not an odd thing. Nor did it bring any reaction to him. His scent was inhaled. A brow lifting, although the blind guardian would not see. A sound of deep thought, a hum passing from his lips. The scent was that of gabe and as if he had rolled in the gardens of the Eden. As if he were hiding something.

Michael watched with his heterochromatic eyes. His brother touched him and he was quick to recoil from such affections. The words that were spoken were met with a scoff. "I've been busy, just as you should have been. The word of our father will not spread itself." His voice was harsh. His temper foul. It had always been such. 

He gave another hum of thought before the male aimed a force for his brother that would likely knock him from his feet. His shoulder aimed for Gabe's chest. The force enough to knock the wind from him. He was scrutinizing Gabe, his nose in his locks, breaths coming in deep. The scents mingled well. The scent of a garden almost overpowering something else. A grumble of a growl came from him. "You hide something, the scent of Eden upon your pelt is merely to cloak something else, is it not. Brother, mine, do you think us daft? Come clean of what you hide and I shall let you up." His paws sought then to hold the Herald down. It would not be his will that Gabe got up until the hiding had ceased.