The path to righteousness
It was chaos, all at once. Michael would never bow. Not to the likes of their Fallen brother, nor to any challenger. Deep snarls reverberated through the ground, shaking his very bones. The scent of blood was a sharp, acrid tang in his nostrils. Despite the tight seal of his ears against his skull, there was no way to cut out the sound of the violence. Lips peeled away from his teeth, a grimace as his eyes squeezed shut. Each time they collided, it shook the ground. And then Michael was screaming. Alert and terrified, the herald shot into action. "Stop! You're killing him!" Baritones would bellow, seeking the battling forms of his brothers. Something had gone horribly wrong here, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Samael was supposed to have disappeared. Gone away, left them to their mission. It was never supposed to go like this. Now, Michael was in agony, screaming like a dying animal. Blood was everywhere. So strong he could taste it. Michael wasn't screaming anymore. Gabriel sought out his brother's body amid the cacophony of scents and sounds. The steady patter of blood oozing onto the ground. Delicate shoulder would collide with that of his larger brother, uncaring as it currently stood. He continued onwards. "What did he do, brother? What has happened?" Questing muzzle outstretched, he was desperate to know. The fight had displaced both brothers, and no longer was the golden titan aware of where they stood. By scent, he could find Michael. Samael snarled a warning. It went unheeded. The musk of testosterone- anger on Michael's part, was overwhelming. Crimson droplets, expelled from his jaws, landed upon the worried features of the herald. Drawing his head back, Gabriel found himself suddenly afraid. What had Samael just done? "You'll pay for what you have done demon." The right hand spat, and just as quickly as he had arrived, he disappeared into the underbrush. "Brother, wait!" He called, trailing after Michael. It was no use. If he desired solitude, Michael would have it. Standing in a bloodstained clearing, Gabriel was left with only questions. What would he do now? What would his siblings think of him? Could he ever go home now? Father was going to be so mad. Thoughts turned to the pain he would suffer at the Lord's hand for this. Auds would tilt back, features tight with worry. He heard Samael now, whining brokenly. His boisterous voice, full of exhaustion now. He sounded small. "I'm so sorry Gabby. I think I fucked up again....." He said. The herald sighed softly. "Yes, Lucifer. You did." He said quietly. He wouldn't turn his features to the younger male. "I couldn't let him bully you anymore..." he continued. At this point, Gabriel was tired. He needed space, needed time to think. Everything had happened so fast, and he hadn't been able to protect his family. Just like always. "It was not your place, Lucifer. You have Fallen, remember?" It was time to leave this place. Soft, shaky steps would draw his slender form into the undergrowth. He needed to be alone. He needed his family. Wherever they might be. .:Gabriel--Exitus:.
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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.