you're holy to me
Cold clutched bitterly at his core with razor sharp talons. Winter in the north was a death sentence for the fairweather herald. It had taken a sudden shock of steam, rising up from the earth, to lead him here. Underground, the molten blood of the earth bubbled freely through an open vein. The golden male lounged, uncharacteristically languid, near the glowing banks. It had been out of obligation to his family that he had lingered this far from the equator. After that fateful reunion, Gabriel had been determined to stick close. Even if they didn't want him, he felt the need to repay his debts to the fractured family. Samael had vanished after his declarations. Somehow, the herald had found himself missing his younger brother. The attachment hadn't faded over time, it seemed. Not like when the Lord had cast him out so cruelly. Instead, he only felt an ache in his chest to be around his siblings. They had all disappeared, leaving him entirely alone. Pale toes rested near the edge of the river, seeking to banish the frozen numbness. His belly was warming, basking in the blessed heat. The ends of his golden fur were curling as they dried, free of the clinging snowflakes. The very ground beneath him was blissfully warm. Despite the cool draft that dared worm its way through the tunnel from above ground, he was content. Sightless gaze was heavily lidded, unmarred cheek pressed against the stone floor. Those sweet little children. Meeting little Dominika had been a blessing. Her sweet, lilting voice had been a hymn to his ears. So vastly different from the elder litter, who loathed his very existence. Rightfully so, as he felt the same bubbling hatred for himself when he was around them. Samael's new brood had stirred something within him. The desire for children of his own. A dream that would never come to fruition. He could never love a woman. Never sire progeny. The impossible weight of that sin sat itself upon his chest, forcing the breath from him in one long sigh. Footsteps. Thumping an easy stride down the incline of the tunnel. A scent wafted into his dark nostrils, familiarity bleeding into his core. Softly, he hummed. Chiseled crown would lift, seeking to aim his snout towards the entrance to the cavern. "Luc-" he shook his head. "Samael." He crooned in greeting, vocals warmed by affection. "Come here, I'm freezing. You're always so warm." For once, he was desperate to feel his brother's body beside his own. He needed to leach the heat from his form to banish the chill from his own core.
TO LET YOU KNOW WE MADE A MISTAKE |
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.