In the morning sun

*Gabriel* · 01-09-2023, 09:08 PM

Gabriel was settling into the routine of the pack life. Wherever he was summoned, he would dutifully follow. When asked to perform a task, he did so immediately and without a word in reply. All things he did were methodical - as if he’d been through this before, but clearly had the stiffness in mannerisms of a wolf that didn’t understand social dynamics very well. An odd creature, he was, and it showed. The pale ivory of his coat, the sharp blush-hued eyes and the thick scar that not only marred his face, but all across his back in the most macabre shape of folded wings. A fallen angel, a broken thing cast aside. A mere mortal on this plane, but yet he wasn’t pessimistic about his ordeal. He’d find his way out of a mortal state..someday. One day.

When an unfamiliar call rang out in the alabaster Col, calling for him specifically, Gabriel had been hunting, a limp rabbit hanging from his maw as he perked his ears. He wasn’t wearing the signature cloak he’d wear for spars. In fact he chose not to wear it about as often as he did choose to - the upside to his lack of social understandings was his unintentional callousness to outside perceptions. Thus, his large, twisted rivets of permanently marred flesh that caused curious glances and whispers meant nothing to him. He didn’t grasp the idea of needing to feel self-conscious about his appearance - it was another mortal concept he’d likely never understand.

The slender phantom heeded the Warlord’s call, and upon approaching the Obelisk he noticed this was not the same wolf that had welcomed him into the pack to begin with. This man was broader, with alabaster markings upon a rich obsidian coat. But the saber fangs rang a familiar tune in his mind, and part of him wondered, as he approached with the rabbit still dangling in his maw, if this clearly older wolf was perhaps the other one’s fater. Not a question he considered asking, though. Curiously tilting his head, he gently dropped the rabbit onto the earth. Maybe it was an offering, he didn’t mind if the man took it. He was still wondering how to create a ‘good’ first impression.

”Hello,” He said, his voice barely a whisper, monotonous yet unwavering in its strength. ”I am Gabriel. I believe we have not met yet.”

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