king of all / trespasser

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabriel had never really imagined what the demons his mother mentioned would sound like. As a child he'd mostly seen them in the faces of the cruel people on the streets, but their voices hadn't been especially intimidating, and once he got older, he thought even less of malevolent spirits. But, if he had to take a guess, the sound of hell was definitely in this deer...deer-ish's voice. But no need to provoke them. Agathe was right to be a little cautious considering the size of the damn teeth, though honestly, his headache had the most to fear. The only volume control he'd ever picked up was duct tape or knocking someone out, and again, sharp teeth, so neither.

"I can't tell," he muttered, and his head took the grating sound of the deer's voice and amplified it tenfold because it was "fuck Gabe" month. "Pretty?" Excellent. Very helpful. Gabe was already three fourths of the way to finding her, and his beak parted to talk again when the deer lowered down to his face, snorting icy breath in the equivalent of jamming freezing toes up someone's ass. Well, it was an experience for the scrapbook. Which he would burn.

"I'm Gabe. Does your uh...mother look like you? Or her?" Gabriel wouldn't say Agathe's name, in case she didn't want it shared. He wouldn't blame her. He wasn't looking forward to hearing his name come out of that mouth, if they did say it.
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