Curse My Name
Shh, shh, shh, Raphael's light footfalls fell upon the melting snow. Approaching. Did he seek to land his ire upon Gabriel, as he had so feared? Svelte form tensed, awaiting the first blow's fall. “You have always been a gentle soul.” his brother finally murmured, the thunderous boom that had previously tumbled thoughtlessly from his jaws even softer than before. “Even now, the vile demon’s cunning and lies seek to tear us apart. Had I not been so righteous of heart he may have tempted me to the same madness he placed on Michael." the honesty with which the light bringer spoke warmed Gabriel, and the tension dared ebb from his muscles. Soft breaths ruffled the fur along the side of his neck moments before Raphael's cold nose met with his flesh. The tender ministrations were a blessing upon his tormented soul. “Even with the actions of the hell master, I believe this too is part of His plan.” Raphael spoke very softly into the fur of his neck. Could it be? Had their Father ascended to his rightful place on high? “He has always sent us tests of our faith, with these we face the final test, and must discover His light within ourselves.” the wash of hot breath over his skin and fur brought with it the comfort of family that he missed so deeply. “He watches us now eternally, we have a duty to see that His memory and light does not fade from this world thanks to the actions of a heathen snake.” it still struck a chord within the herald to hear Samael spoken of so cruelly, even though his actions betrayed the sins that he wore so readily. As he had mentioned, he loved his Fallen brother, no matter what. Those feather soft breaths drifted up the slope of his neck, billowing over the short hairs of his forehead. Eyelids fluttered closed as Raphael offered a few gentle swipes of his tongue over the space between his brows. “He targeted you because you are gentle and easily swayed to his lies.” he explained quietly. It made sense. The love that the herald held in his heart couldn't be swayed by sin or hellfire, as he had displayed over the years. Had Samael really taken advantage of him? “I failed to protect you from him once, but I will not fail again, I swear it upon His name.” A soft breath huffed past inky lips. Was that a laugh? Hard to say. "I may be a gullible fool, brother, but I am no lamb to shephed anymore. From now on, we shall work together to spread the gospel and His good will across this land. Doesn't that sound wondrous?" he offered quietly, lashes flickering apart as his sightless gaze was revealed once more to the open air. He returned an affectionate nibble to the area around his brother's throat, bared as it was from his affections.
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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.