from above

*Gabriel* · 11-26-2022, 06:21 PM

Gabriel blinked as the large, bear-like wolf stepped to the side, allowing him entrance into his woods. The shrouded ghost stepped over the border and into the man's domain regardless, wondering if the process of joining a pack was this simple. Mortal wolves always intrigued him, and confused him all the same. A pack was the perfect place, in his opinion, to not only blend into the ranks and find a better purpose for himself - but also to observe and emulate the daily rituals and traditions of others. Maybe then he'd feel less..disconnected from this realm. Such a strange dissociation surrounded him from the moment he found himself in this dimension, feeling his physical body interacting with the earth yet his soul and mind were not quite here, all the same. A pack would help with that, surely. Doing duties and being a regular member, and all that.

The bulky man of spurs and fangs - Azure, the great Warlord - mentioned that little came across the Armada's borders by mere chance. A gift and a curse all the same - and he inquired if someone had recommended his pack to the angel-like man next to him. Gabriel paused to consider the words, but realized the answer was already on the tip of his tongue anyways. Feet almost soundless across the forest floor, tufted locks of fur barely brushing past low lying branches, the man softly replied, "I was told by some loners that a pack lay here. But they did not know its name, only that it existed - and if I wished to join a pack, it was the closest one." Vague, but his words held a truth he never could veil. He could not lie - he was honest as they came, words falling from soft lips before he would even consider concocting anything from the imagination. The loners who did decide to spare him a moment of their time had mentioned a rather large, and formidable pack lay claim to several territories in the northern region - they avoided it themselves, but if Gabriel was keen on joining the ranks of one, it was right there.

Azure would then go on to explain that the pack was primarily made of warriors - well-trained fighters of tooth and claw, and perhaps even the sword and other weaponry - and though its organization had shifted into that of something more or less neutral, it still remained that the Armada had a reputation of strength and unity. He then asked if Gabriel brought any strengths or skills of his own to the pack. The ghostly man had been raised a warrior - not in a pack, but by what you could consider to be a tight-knit family. Brothers and sisters, a mother and father. A gift placed upon him by his own family before tragedy struck them all was his own cloak and a sword, the same one that the Warlord would no doubt notice as it gently thumped against the slender man's side as they walked. "I bring with me the passion and skill of one who was born and raised to be a warrior, myself. My family prioritized courage and strength, gifting me some basic combat skills and to know my way around a sword before they passed." He said his family passed, as if it was peaceful - but the bloodstained snow on that day, the rivets of crimson that cursed him with the scars hidden by his fur cloak suggested something more violent. Demonic, even. A demon killed his family, slaughtered them. Gabriel had only escaped their fate because of the golden sword that he now carried with him- a symbol of his own tenacity and bravery. Perhaps this past was what tied him to the mortal plane more than he had thought. Death, life, and its endless cycle..he was experiencing it in the eyes of a mortal, too. "I seek a home here because I have none to call my own. I wish to live among others in a community, as I once did with my own family. A place to find purpose and help others, as well." He was selfless, willing to lend assistance where needed. He couldn't see why the dire man had any reason to reject him, not with the two of them walking deeper into the pack-scented forest.

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