[gabe, uriel] Where we break hearts and step closer
Someone summoned him. From a fair distance away, the mournful song of a familiar wolf caught his attention. He wasn't at full strength yet, his healing face made it hard to consume lengthy meals. Thus, he was a little leaner than usual. Did he really want to risk a trip to the north? He was safe down here, where he was lingering in the safety of familiar lands. He was not suited to the north, not really. Winter winds made impossible to navigate safely. Not to mention, it might be an ambush. For all he knew, Samael was at the mercy of Michael. He paced through the soft grasses for a few minutes. Debating, always debating. Thinking hard, overthinking at least twice. Ruining everything. He was going to mess this up. There was going to be another fight. Would he be the cause? The instigator? Worse, a participant? He would not abandon his morals for his father's war, because he was nothing without his steadfast worldviews. Lord, grant me clarity. It hit him suddenly. Perhaps he could set it all right, here and now. Meeting with his Fallen brother. Talk him out of whatever vendetta he sought to cinch by this meeting. With a long sigh, he lifted his head from his contemplation. Set out towards the echoing howl of his young brother. Arduous trekking was not what he was built for. His paws were sore before he was even halfway there. He was meant to be a messenger, a guardian, in a closed group. An envoy at most, between groups. Crossing continents in mere hours? Impossible. He had to stop to drink constantly, have a seat. It took an eternity. He sensed the drop in temperature, not just from his closeness to the northern climate- but from the change of day to night. He cursed his body for failing him. He recognized this place, as soon as he got there. The scent of the herbs he had collected on his first encounter with Spider, they were here. Was the strange wall of stone nearby? "Lucifer?" He called out cautiously, brows drawn together with vague worry. "Why have you summoned me here?" Rough vocals questioned, taking steps towards the wall. The currents of the light wind alluded to its presence, and he instinctively sought it out. Having his back to it would offer some form of protection and cover.
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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.