Post by Ivak on Dec 3, 2008 20:13:19 GMT -5
The moon hung low over the town. Gabriel had been walking around there for what seemed like weeks --- heck, months! It had been practically half a year since he had left her, and for the last while, he had been trying to find her. Keila had to be avoiding him. There was no other explanation for it. He gave an irritated groan as he slipped into an alleyway, taking a well-known shortcut to the way out of the town.
There was a sudden “Oof!” from the angel as he abruptly tripped over something that he had not priorly seen. The angel fell to the ground, scraping his knees and elbows on the gravelly dirt. He grunted, looking up and turning to see what he had tripped over. There was a lump of blue-grey laying there curled up. Gabriel stood up, but paused. Curled up? Nothing that wasn’t alive simply ‘curled up’. The male angel turned and with amazing speed released his Colt Pythons from their holsters around his waistline. He had cocked the guns, and had the nose of both barrels pointing at the creature. Gingerly, he nudged it with his gun. There was a sudden ‘Brrlllpp?’, like a surprised cat, but Gabriel knew that this was definitely no cat. He could now see the muzzle of this being. The face was pointed, almost triangular. The ears of this creature were pointed and sleek, yet turned back and pressed against the being’s skull. The eyes had dark shadows underneath them combined with ebony eyeliner. Gabriel stared into the orbs of the lycan. The canine stared emptily back. Those eyes…they told of pain and suffering. It felt to the angel as if he suddenly felt sympathy for the creature. The angel and canine held their gazes for what seemed like minutes, until Gabriel shook his head. The dog stood nervously, staring up at the angel. Gabriel could now see the whole body of the being. It had a long blue, black and white scarf hanging loosely around it’s neck; tattered and torn as if it had been hanging around the scruff of the dog ever since it was born. There was a hat of white with black stripes placed sloppily on its’ skull, which from underneath had a mess of ebony hair coming out from under it. Gabriel made a haggard growl, as if imitating the natural sound that the thing should have been making. The canine laid its’ ears back more firmly, and it’s tail tucked in between it’s hind legs. The angel perked his brows.
“What? Don’t have the guts to put up a fight?” he taunted. The lycan looked up at the angel, now with a glare that startled Gabriel.
“I’m a pacifist.” The beast replied. Gabriel listened to the words carefully. He heard the sounds of an underdeveloped masculine voice.
“A pacifist? Oh come off it. Didn’t your dad ever teach you how to fight?!”
“I never knew my dad.” The teen growled back.
Gabriel paused. He hadn’t known his father?
“My father left my mother long before I was born.”
The angel was startled as the similarity of the story to his own life. He had left Keila…and his child. The lycan sighed and turned to leave, but Gabriel blocked the teen’s path.
“What of your mother?”
“I don’t want to talk about her.” The teen made a dangerous growl, though it looked as if it pained him. The teen attempted to walk away again. Gabriel finally noticed the limp in the boy’s front legs. Both forearms of the dog looked as if they’d been bashed with a hammer one too many times. They were dangerously thin, and were a slight copper tone. As Gabriel focused on the front legs, he noticed that they weren’t copper for no reason. There was dry blood embedded in the fur of the boy. The angel snorted. So what? This kid was just like every other teen nowadays – suicidal.
“So you ran away from home, eh? Thought life wasn’t worth it? Parents treating you rough?” Gabriel cooed.
“My mother is dead.” The teen murmured. Gabriel caught the pain in the boy’s voice. The angel frowned, eyes suddenly clouding over with worry.
“Then what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with the lycan clan?”
“I can’t find them…” The boy frowned deeper, his tail and head lowering more in unison.
“Oh…So, you’re lost.” The angel summarized. The older male knew that any lycan was an enemy of his, but this boy wasn’t like the other mutts he had slain for so many years before. The idea of a pacifist made Gabriel think, but knew that if the boy didn’t learn to fight sooner or later, he’d be killed. “How long have you been out here?”
“Almost my entire life.” the teen said, internally antagonized by Gabriel’s questions.
The angel sighed. “So you’ve been living off of what for the last however-so-many years?”
“Leftovers.”
“Leftovers? Of what?”
“Whatever I can find.”
“That’s no way to eat.”
“How would you know? You’re a fallen angel.” The teen seemed to spit out the words ‘fallen angel’ as if the mere words tasted like dirt.
“So? I’ve had my share in killing things. You need to learn how to hunt.”
“Learn to hunt?!” The teen seemed horrified.
“Sooner or later. If you ever want to go back to the lycans, do you really think they’ll be wanting a scrawny little boy who doesn’t know how to fight?”
“Well…No.”
“Alright. Come on.” Gabriel said simply, turning to walk away.
“Wait…what?” The teen turned to face Gabriel now, but looked confused and almost hurt by the fact that his company was leaving.
“I’m going to teach you how to hunt.”
“How?” The teen took a shaky step forward.
Gabriel paused in stride, and smiled at the dark sky. He didn’t answer the kid’s question on purpose. “What’s your name?”
“Err…Kayne.” The teen replied.
“Well, come on Kayne. Let’s go get you something to eat.”
They had long left the border of the town, and had ventured off into the forests. Kayne trotted close to Gabriel’s side. The angel looked down. He could see fear in the eyes of the lycan.
“Haven’t you been outside the towns ever?”
“No…This is a first.” The boy stammered nervously. An owl’s eerie call came from a tree above, making the teen jump and hide between Gabriel’s legs, cowering. The angel fell over onto his rear. Kayne was squatted down in between Gabriel’s legs. The angel sat up, rubbing his head.
“You really haven’t been outside the city.”
“I told you.” Kayne frowned.
“Well, come on. I think there’s some game over there…”
“I hear hooves…” The lycan murmured. The angel stood again, brushing himself off.
“Yep. There’s some deer there…” the angel whispered, pointing.
“What do I do?” Kayne whispered.
“First, you move quickly up the deer, then you grab it by the neck—”
“By the neck?”
“Yes, but the neck. Then, you dig your teeth in.”
“But…”
“Go ahead, Go get that deer!”
The lycan frowned, but began to move forward. He caught sight of the deer instantly, but he hesitated. The boy looked back over his shoulder to Gabriel, who nodded with a smile. Kayne looked forward again, and took in a deep breath. He paused then he began running at the deer. Gabriel frowned as he saw the running style of the boy. It was a hobbled sprint. He watched as the lycan chased the deer, but as he tried to grab a hold onto the neck of the buck, he was kicked away. The lycan fell to the ground in a crumbling heap. The angel ran over to the quadruped. As he skidded to a halt at the teen’s side, he felt a sudden connection with the boy. He felt like a father figure, worried over his son. The angel knelt at Kaynes’ side.
“Kayne, are you all right?”
“Mhm…” the teen nodded, looking up at the angel. Gabriel sighed and nodded.
“Okay. Maybe we should try with something easier…”
“All right…” The lycan stood up shakily, front legs buckling every now and then. Gabriel rested his hand on the teen’s side, frowning. Kayne wasn’t ready for anything yet. He may be a teen, but he hadn’t been taught anything about being a lycan. Gabriel took Kayne back into the town, telling him to be silent as they slipped into a vacated building. The pair of them made their way upstairs. (Kayne with some difficulty.) Gabriel found a dusty bed and laid down on it. He saw Kayne lay on the floor, but as the angel began to dose, he felt the bed shift as Kayne leap up to nestle in beside him. Gabriel smiled, stroking the teen’s side.
“Uhm…?” came the boy’s voice in the dark. Gabriel hummed, to let Kayne know that he was listening. “Do you think you could help me find the lycans?”
“I can try.”
There was a long silence.
“Kayne?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you please help me find someone?”
“Who?”
“My love.” The angel sighed, frowning.
“You lost her?”
“No…well…yes. I’m trying to find her, and I need to find her before…”
“…Before what?”
“She’ll be having my child sometime soon. I…I want to be there.”
“I’ll help you find her.” Kayne nodded.
“Thank you…Kayne.”
From under the black hair and think-rimmed hat, a small smile revealed itself for the first time in what seemed like years. Kayne buried his nose into his scarf, wagging his tail slightly as he lay there on the old mattress.
Gabriel patted the teens’ side again.
“Now go to sleep, Kayne. Tomorrow will be another day, and we can practice hunting.”
Kayne nodded. “G’night…dad.”
Gabriel opened his eyes, looking at the body of Kayne next to him, and then he smiled, chuckling. “Good night.”
There was a sudden “Oof!” from the angel as he abruptly tripped over something that he had not priorly seen. The angel fell to the ground, scraping his knees and elbows on the gravelly dirt. He grunted, looking up and turning to see what he had tripped over. There was a lump of blue-grey laying there curled up. Gabriel stood up, but paused. Curled up? Nothing that wasn’t alive simply ‘curled up’. The male angel turned and with amazing speed released his Colt Pythons from their holsters around his waistline. He had cocked the guns, and had the nose of both barrels pointing at the creature. Gingerly, he nudged it with his gun. There was a sudden ‘Brrlllpp?’, like a surprised cat, but Gabriel knew that this was definitely no cat. He could now see the muzzle of this being. The face was pointed, almost triangular. The ears of this creature were pointed and sleek, yet turned back and pressed against the being’s skull. The eyes had dark shadows underneath them combined with ebony eyeliner. Gabriel stared into the orbs of the lycan. The canine stared emptily back. Those eyes…they told of pain and suffering. It felt to the angel as if he suddenly felt sympathy for the creature. The angel and canine held their gazes for what seemed like minutes, until Gabriel shook his head. The dog stood nervously, staring up at the angel. Gabriel could now see the whole body of the being. It had a long blue, black and white scarf hanging loosely around it’s neck; tattered and torn as if it had been hanging around the scruff of the dog ever since it was born. There was a hat of white with black stripes placed sloppily on its’ skull, which from underneath had a mess of ebony hair coming out from under it. Gabriel made a haggard growl, as if imitating the natural sound that the thing should have been making. The canine laid its’ ears back more firmly, and it’s tail tucked in between it’s hind legs. The angel perked his brows.
“What? Don’t have the guts to put up a fight?” he taunted. The lycan looked up at the angel, now with a glare that startled Gabriel.
“I’m a pacifist.” The beast replied. Gabriel listened to the words carefully. He heard the sounds of an underdeveloped masculine voice.
“A pacifist? Oh come off it. Didn’t your dad ever teach you how to fight?!”
“I never knew my dad.” The teen growled back.
Gabriel paused. He hadn’t known his father?
“My father left my mother long before I was born.”
The angel was startled as the similarity of the story to his own life. He had left Keila…and his child. The lycan sighed and turned to leave, but Gabriel blocked the teen’s path.
“What of your mother?”
“I don’t want to talk about her.” The teen made a dangerous growl, though it looked as if it pained him. The teen attempted to walk away again. Gabriel finally noticed the limp in the boy’s front legs. Both forearms of the dog looked as if they’d been bashed with a hammer one too many times. They were dangerously thin, and were a slight copper tone. As Gabriel focused on the front legs, he noticed that they weren’t copper for no reason. There was dry blood embedded in the fur of the boy. The angel snorted. So what? This kid was just like every other teen nowadays – suicidal.
“So you ran away from home, eh? Thought life wasn’t worth it? Parents treating you rough?” Gabriel cooed.
“My mother is dead.” The teen murmured. Gabriel caught the pain in the boy’s voice. The angel frowned, eyes suddenly clouding over with worry.
“Then what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with the lycan clan?”
“I can’t find them…” The boy frowned deeper, his tail and head lowering more in unison.
“Oh…So, you’re lost.” The angel summarized. The older male knew that any lycan was an enemy of his, but this boy wasn’t like the other mutts he had slain for so many years before. The idea of a pacifist made Gabriel think, but knew that if the boy didn’t learn to fight sooner or later, he’d be killed. “How long have you been out here?”
“Almost my entire life.” the teen said, internally antagonized by Gabriel’s questions.
The angel sighed. “So you’ve been living off of what for the last however-so-many years?”
“Leftovers.”
“Leftovers? Of what?”
“Whatever I can find.”
“That’s no way to eat.”
“How would you know? You’re a fallen angel.” The teen seemed to spit out the words ‘fallen angel’ as if the mere words tasted like dirt.
“So? I’ve had my share in killing things. You need to learn how to hunt.”
“Learn to hunt?!” The teen seemed horrified.
“Sooner or later. If you ever want to go back to the lycans, do you really think they’ll be wanting a scrawny little boy who doesn’t know how to fight?”
“Well…No.”
“Alright. Come on.” Gabriel said simply, turning to walk away.
“Wait…what?” The teen turned to face Gabriel now, but looked confused and almost hurt by the fact that his company was leaving.
“I’m going to teach you how to hunt.”
“How?” The teen took a shaky step forward.
Gabriel paused in stride, and smiled at the dark sky. He didn’t answer the kid’s question on purpose. “What’s your name?”
“Err…Kayne.” The teen replied.
“Well, come on Kayne. Let’s go get you something to eat.”
They had long left the border of the town, and had ventured off into the forests. Kayne trotted close to Gabriel’s side. The angel looked down. He could see fear in the eyes of the lycan.
“Haven’t you been outside the towns ever?”
“No…This is a first.” The boy stammered nervously. An owl’s eerie call came from a tree above, making the teen jump and hide between Gabriel’s legs, cowering. The angel fell over onto his rear. Kayne was squatted down in between Gabriel’s legs. The angel sat up, rubbing his head.
“You really haven’t been outside the city.”
“I told you.” Kayne frowned.
“Well, come on. I think there’s some game over there…”
“I hear hooves…” The lycan murmured. The angel stood again, brushing himself off.
“Yep. There’s some deer there…” the angel whispered, pointing.
“What do I do?” Kayne whispered.
“First, you move quickly up the deer, then you grab it by the neck—”
“By the neck?”
“Yes, but the neck. Then, you dig your teeth in.”
“But…”
“Go ahead, Go get that deer!”
The lycan frowned, but began to move forward. He caught sight of the deer instantly, but he hesitated. The boy looked back over his shoulder to Gabriel, who nodded with a smile. Kayne looked forward again, and took in a deep breath. He paused then he began running at the deer. Gabriel frowned as he saw the running style of the boy. It was a hobbled sprint. He watched as the lycan chased the deer, but as he tried to grab a hold onto the neck of the buck, he was kicked away. The lycan fell to the ground in a crumbling heap. The angel ran over to the quadruped. As he skidded to a halt at the teen’s side, he felt a sudden connection with the boy. He felt like a father figure, worried over his son. The angel knelt at Kaynes’ side.
“Kayne, are you all right?”
“Mhm…” the teen nodded, looking up at the angel. Gabriel sighed and nodded.
“Okay. Maybe we should try with something easier…”
“All right…” The lycan stood up shakily, front legs buckling every now and then. Gabriel rested his hand on the teen’s side, frowning. Kayne wasn’t ready for anything yet. He may be a teen, but he hadn’t been taught anything about being a lycan. Gabriel took Kayne back into the town, telling him to be silent as they slipped into a vacated building. The pair of them made their way upstairs. (Kayne with some difficulty.) Gabriel found a dusty bed and laid down on it. He saw Kayne lay on the floor, but as the angel began to dose, he felt the bed shift as Kayne leap up to nestle in beside him. Gabriel smiled, stroking the teen’s side.
“Uhm…?” came the boy’s voice in the dark. Gabriel hummed, to let Kayne know that he was listening. “Do you think you could help me find the lycans?”
“I can try.”
There was a long silence.
“Kayne?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you please help me find someone?”
“Who?”
“My love.” The angel sighed, frowning.
“You lost her?”
“No…well…yes. I’m trying to find her, and I need to find her before…”
“…Before what?”
“She’ll be having my child sometime soon. I…I want to be there.”
“I’ll help you find her.” Kayne nodded.
“Thank you…Kayne.”
From under the black hair and think-rimmed hat, a small smile revealed itself for the first time in what seemed like years. Kayne buried his nose into his scarf, wagging his tail slightly as he lay there on the old mattress.
Gabriel patted the teens’ side again.
“Now go to sleep, Kayne. Tomorrow will be another day, and we can practice hunting.”
Kayne nodded. “G’night…dad.”
Gabriel opened his eyes, looking at the body of Kayne next to him, and then he smiled, chuckling. “Good night.”
