The path to righteousness
He strode forward into the shrine. His eyes scanned the area. It was almost perfect for the Father's claim to land upon on. Of course the elder brothers would then be expected to claim land surrounding the fathers. To be his pillars of faith and to be his protection.
He stopped and sat gently in the center. Even if the Father didn't claim this land he would. IF Lucifer wanted to survive he would stay off his land. He was no fool to how he operated.
Samael had been invading his den constantly. Every morning, he was forced to the water to cleanse the scent of sin from his pelt. Much as he cared for his fallen brother, he was his Father's son and that meant something to him. A family based creature at the core, the golden male found it hard to sleep without another sharing his space. However, he feared for himself and Samael should anyone discover their encounters. Today, he had rolled in some heavily scented herbs. A nearby stranger had informed him that it was called lavender. It made him feel quite fancy, though it made it nearly impossible to smell anyone coming. With a bone deep calm settled in, he wandered in search of someone else. Lately he had been falling behind in his duty. Sharing the gospel of his Father had become difficult lately, as this heathen land was not interested in what he had to say of the foreign Lord. A familiar musk invaded his nostrils. Lifting his tail high over his hips, head held just as proudly, he would trot briskly along the trail. Broad alabaster paws would prance delicately over the terra, seeking the familiar sibling. There was a pang of fear in his gut, that the lingering scent of Samael had not been fully cleansed. It was a tiny worry, hardly enough for him to even think about it. The terrain would become unfamiliar, and the scent would become stronger. Soon enough, he could hear his brother pacing. It stopped, and the soft thump of the male sitting down followed. "Michael, dear brother." The herald crooned, smiling softly. "I was beginning to worry, when I couldn't find you all this time." Snout would seek the form of his brother, aiming to slide his snout along the throat and shoulder of the smaller man.
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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.
Michael watched with his heterochromatic eyes. His brother touched him and he was quick to recoil from such affections. The words that were spoken were met with a scoff. "I've been busy, just as you should have been. The word of our father will not spread itself." His voice was harsh. His temper foul. It had always been such.
He gave another hum of thought before the male aimed a force for his brother that would likely knock him from his feet. His shoulder aimed for Gabe's chest. The force enough to knock the wind from him. He was scrutinizing Gabe, his nose in his locks, breaths coming in deep. The scents mingled well. The scent of a garden almost overpowering something else. A grumble of a growl came from him. "You hide something, the scent of Eden upon your pelt is merely to cloak something else, is it not. Brother, mine, do you think us daft? Come clean of what you hide and I shall let you up." His paws sought then to hold the Herald down. It would not be his will that Gabe got up until the hiding had ceased.
The man hummed thoughtfully. He shoved away the questing muzzle, paw connecting roughly with the herald's chest. A soft grunt was forced from his jaws, and he took a few steps back. Roughly shaking out his pelt, he attempted to swallow the pang of hurt. Michael was an ass sometimes, for reasons unknown. Unimpressed and without care for the worry of his brother, Michael scoffed harshly. "I've been busy, just as you should have been. The word of our father will not spread itself." He all but snarled. Tall alabaster auds would tilt back, brows drawing together. Why was he being so needlessly cruel? Before their departure he had not been so aggressive. Was it because he too feared the wrath of their Father? "I have shared the gospel with many, Michael. No need for such tones." The titan warned, baritones remaining smooth. He could all but taste the waves of anger that radiated from the other male. This didn't look like it was headed anywhere good. The thoughtful hum rumbled from Michael's chest once more. A blow to his chest, unanticipated and brutal, shoved him backwards. His haunches folded beneath him without his will. Invading his space, in just the way as he had denied Gabriel, Michael thrust his muzzle into the fur of his ruff and snuffled busily. Gabriel wanted to snap at him, clutch an ear between his teeth and remind him of his place. Father's favourite or not, they were brothers. He matched his brother's growl with his own, deeper of tone and just as outraged. "You hide something, the scent of Eden upon your pelt is merely to cloak something else, is it not. Brother, mine, do you think us daft? Come clean of what you hide and I shall let you up." The smaller male snapped. He shoved his paws against Gabriel's chest, trying to push him around and muscle him to the ground. Luckily, with roughly a foot of height on his brother, it wasn't happening any time soon. Claws curved into the dirt, muscles would tense to hold himself right where he was. Not pushing against Michael, but not rolling over to submit either. "Michael," It was a warning. "we are brothers, and you should take care to remember that. I bathed in the scents of an herb known as lavender, simply for the sake of elevating my emotions." He rumbled, gaze seeking his brother's face. Whiskers caught the breath of his brother, directing his nose towards that of the pale man. "I do not appreciate your distrust, brother. What do you think I have done that worries you so?" He could feel a bruise blooming beneath his pelt, where the sharp point of Michael's shoulder was buried in the muscle relentlessly. Expression would remain passive, calm. He wasn't interested in escalating this altercation.
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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.