Reap Just What You Sow
06-21-2013, 01:34 AM
Gabriel |
Gabriel hadn't been home, Gabriel hadn't even been in Valhalla. He knew he was in trouble, he knew he was going to be punished, he anticipated it, saw it coming. He didn't want to go home, he didn't want to step back across those borders... three days... three days he had vanished into the wilds, the rotting corpse of some animal had tided him over and he was more than capable of fetching a drink. He didn't wanna go home, he didn't wanna be home and yet... two toned oculars gazed upon the border, a mixture of emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes. He hated her, he hated her for making him feel this way, she betrayed him, Pip loved him, Pip had promised, Pip was gone. Gone to some kingdom far away, to marry some prince. She had forgotten him, she had left him, she had promised and now she was gone. Betrayal twisted its way into a painful thump somewhere in the depths of his chest. It hurt far more than the young pup cared to admit, he had cried, he had whined, he had ran. Pip was one of few who understood him, gave him the time of day and now she was gone and the young pup had no idea how to handle the miserable pain wearing down on him... and so he buried it. Pushed it beneath the surface until cerulean gold hardened into cold topaz and sapphire. For a long time Gabriel eyed the border of his home, his body now more gangly than pup like, his paws still too big and his body still too small. With a deep breath and pushing away all of that hurt, he slowly stepped back into Valhalla, dreading the confrontation he was sure to have.
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06-21-2013, 02:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2013, 08:03 PM by Gael.)
He'd been feeling uneasy about his return to Valhalla. Despite the warm greeting he'd gotten from Aza, he'd obviously been gone too long to properly reinstall himself back into his home. His conversation with his uncle had left him feeling more of a foolish child than an actual man. He was a year old now, but after that conversation, he might as well have been a three month old pup again. But his uncle had been right. He really shouldn't have been spouting off things without really having have had the entire story. He had been a bit immature and irrational about the situation, but a part of him was glad that Syrinx had shown him the error of his ways. He would pledge that from now on, he would not open his mouth if he didn't have the sufficient amount of information from which to be able to opinionate with.
Despite that, Gael had been feeling out of place in Valhalla. His sister was off doing who knows what and he hadn't seen his brother since they had both set off. His parents were still in Glaciem and he had no idea when they were going to come back. Would they be happy that their wayward son had finally come back, after nearly a year of being gone? Would they be mad? He supposed he would have to find out when they came back and he saw them. For now, all he could do was wonder and wander. Wander around Valhalla, trying to see what he could do. There was no one around it seemed, or at least he hadn't been able to run into anyone since having met with Aza and Syrinx at the border the day before. Part of him just wanted to find somewhere nice in the middle of Val where he could just curl up and sleep the day away until he could find some kind of use for himself, but his legs demanded he continue to wander. Though he wasn't too keen on wandering outside of Val since he still wanted to meet, maybe re-meet his family members. Would he run into anymore today? There was only one way to find out.
Figuring that the border was the best place to start, since that's where Aza had been yesterday, the young Adravendi made his way back to the invisible border, only noticeable by the scent marks from his aunt Chrysanthe. And what a surprise. Cerulean pools spotted an obsidian figure coming back across the border. The scent was unfamiliar, but the tint of Valhalla was unmistakable. A pack-mate perhaps? By his scent Gael could tell the young one was a male, a bit younger than him, maybe by a couple months. The cherub of puphood was beginning to fade away into the gangly lines that suited a growing yearling. Though he wasn't quite there yet, the boy's paws and body just still a tad bit disproportioned. There was a kind of upset aura about the young boy, something that immediately drew the multi-colored youth's attention. Without hesitation he approached the young onyx child, gaze gentle as he lowered his crown to the boy's level, plume wagging gently between his hocks as he spoke. Something troubles you young brother? The boy in question wasn't related to him, he could tell that much, but any Valhalla member was a family member in his eyes, blood related or not.
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06-21-2013, 02:30 AM
Gabriel |
Something was changing within the onyx youth. Something was shifting, growing, manifesting beneath the surface, he already felt different and while that had never truly bothered him, he had always felt strange. Why didn't he enjoy romping through the trees? Wrestling in the dirt? Exchanging insults in a fight just as quickly as one sustained blows. Why didn't he like the coppery tang of blood? Why did he have the irresistible impulse to be clean? Why was he so different? And why did the only person who had ever understood him... leave him alone? These were questions he had asked himself a thousand times over the last few days until eventually he had stopped crying, he had stopped feeling heavy and weighed down, he had stopped wanting to please other people. Something in him had snapped, not something major, he wasn't going to go crazy and start screaming or causing a scene, he wasn't going to leave or runaway... but something small within him broke and his features hardened, grew distant, almost as if his mind had ventured elsewhere. The gangly pup moved with a slow almost heavy countenance, his gait measured, calculated, a consistent mantra of one... two... three... four, echoing through his skull and as predetermined he had barely stepped but a few feet into Valhalla before a stranger chanced upon him, someone Gabriel had never met but probably should have at one point. Gabriel couldn't bring himself to care. Regardless he lowered his skull, ears pinned back against his cranium, plume curling between his hind limbs, submissive, obedient. Even after the friendly tone released itself into the air, Gabriel's muscles released there tension but his posture did not change and silence reigned for a long minute. What was he supposed to say. "M'fine thank you." His tone was low but polite, still respectful, two toned eyes never strayed from this stranger.
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