SELL YOUR SOUL // JOINING

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He should have expected that pain would stem from someone closest to him, and he had, in a way; however, he hadn't actually prepared for it, had taken no preventative measures, and he paid the price for that oversight. His wing bent at a crude angle from his side, utterly useless and throbbing with each step, while every inch of skin felt to bear sizable bruises from what had been a thorough ass-kicking delivered by his adopted son. Maybe it had been too much to hope that he had managed to coax the worst of his vicious streak out of him, because now he was one more tally mark on Lazarus' record of people whose bodies felt his teeth. And The Ascendants- what had they done about it? Nothing. His son may have thrown him off the border, but the inaction chased him away far better than his violence had, and so the hybrid walked the tracks with dark eyes burning and mind a chaotic mess.

Physical pain Gabriel could deal with. That wasn't the issue. It was best not to dwell on that, though; pity parties accomplished nothing, and while he wasn't certain these people wouldn't toss him out on his ass for smelling like The Ascendants, he didn't want to go trudging through snow or swamp.

Maybe he could go be a recluse somewhere, throw shit at people who trespassed.

"Before anyone throws a fit, I'm not some Ascendants lackey." He exhaled, his movements betraying his weariness. "I'm not going back, but if you don't believe me, go ahead and throw me in the ocean. I could use a salt bath."

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