Posts by GABRIEL?!

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  • AND I SAW GOD CRY // this dude's tags n shite

    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">WHY GIVE UP, WHY GIVE IN?</span></strong><br>Gabriel <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Gabe <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> aka "Loki"<br>Male <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> <em>technically</em> genderless <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Panromantic pansexual<br>Around 3 ½ years physically <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Older than time mentally/spiritually<br>Created, not born <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Immortal <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Archangel<br>Leader of The Elite <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> Member of StormClan<br>Single <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> One smallish crush</woltlab-metacode></p>
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    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IT NEVER IS</span></strong><br>Archangel <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> technically doesn't have to eat, sleep, or breathe (but does anyway)<br>Panmnesia <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> remembers everything he has felt, done, thought, heard, etc.<br>Prankster <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> loves pranking others; doesn't enjoy being pranked <em>quite</em> as much<br>Traveler at heart <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> wanders around aimlessly when bored<br>Easily bored <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> he is, unfortunately, difficult to entertain, and tends to prank others for fun</woltlab-metacode></p>
    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><br></woltlab-metacode></p>
    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">SO I WILL GO ON UNTIL THE END</span></strong><br>GOLDEN RETRIEVER {main}<br>A somewhat shorter than average golden retriever with golden-brown eyes and dark golden-brown fur that always seems to be somewhat in perfect order, he nearly always has a lollipop or some other type of candy in his mouth.</woltlab-metacode></p>
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    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">WE'VE BECOME DESOLATE</span></strong><br>ENTP <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> neutral good <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> many-sided <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> mischeivous <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> mocking <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> sarcastic<span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> major sweet tooth <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> people-oriented <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> wild sense of humor <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> wicked imagination<span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> sardonic <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> cocky <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> loyal to those he cares for <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> dutiful <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> extremely caring <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> holds family above everything else <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> tends to take the easy way out <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> dreads confrontation <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> tactician <span style="color:#baaa5e;">|</span> realistic</woltlab-metacode></p>
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    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IT NEVER IS</span></strong><br>Difficult to defeat physically &amp; mentally<br>Will start fights, but only as a last resort, and will end them<br>Attack in <span style="color:#baaa5e;"><strong>bold #baaa5e</strong></span><br>Physical health: 100%<br>Mental health: 100%</woltlab-metacode></p>
    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><br></woltlab-metacode></p>
    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiZ2NvbG9yIHRyYW5zcGFyZW50OyB3aWR0aDo3NSU7IGJvcmRlcjowO3RleHQtYWxpZ246anVzdGlmeTtmb250LXNpemU6OHB0O2xpbmUtaGVpZ2h0OjEuNSJd"><strong><span style="color:#baaa5e;">SO I WILL GO ON UNTIL THE END</span></strong><br><a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2514457-these-friends-are-golden-open-joining/?postID=89575322#post89575322">joining the elite</a><br><a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2516296-shadows-on-my-back-are-moving-slow-joining/?postID=89633086#post89633086">joining stormclan</a><br><a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2518001-inferno-meeting-4-10/">promotion to stylist in the elite</a><br><a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2528901-gods-and-monsters-meeting-5-30/">stepping up to leader of the elite</a><br><br></woltlab-metacode></p>

  • THESE FRIENDS ARE GOLDEN // open, joining


    "Shit..." the male muttered, pausing to take a look at his surroundings once more. Yes, this was definitely a 'shit' moment. The golden retriever had been wandering around out of boredom and somehow, for some godforsaken reason, ended up here, in an unfamiliar place that seemed a bit...empty, as he would put it. But even with all the silence, he was sure someone was somewhere around here, and he was going to draw them out. There had to be someone here, and there was a high chance that they were watching him at the moment. There's also a chance they're unfriendly. Shifting the lollipop in his maw to the other side, his eyes would flit from place to place in the landscape around him, suddenly a bit uncomfortable by his thoughts. What if the creatures who lived here didn't appreciate his presence? If anything decided it was in their best interest to attack him, he was a sitting duck. He'd been having a bit of trouble lately with his 'angel mojo'. He couldn't teleport nearly as easily, and he hadn't done it for days now. His tank was running on empty, and it was only by sheer luck that he'd even been able to conjure up the lolipop he was currently sucking on. From here on out, it seemed, he'd have to rely solely on the more mortal side of himself, the side that didn't have all the benefits of being a heavenly being. "Hey, anybody here?" Well, that came out stupid, he thought sourly, biting back a groan at his own words.
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  • PLOT W THE RIFT LEADER

    So these two should have a thing where he just tries to throw this dude into the dream realm or something but it doesn't work bc gabe boy is kinda immune in a way or something?? Idk what i'm really trying to get across here, it's really late lmao i hope you understand what i mean

  • THESE FRIENDS ARE GOLDEN // open, joining


    The canine's eyes were on the stranger the moment he heard the other's voice. So this place was called the Elite? And he was supposedly here to join or visit unless he was lost? Well, he was sort of lost, but he guessed no harm could come from joining the group, even if only for the time being. Especially after meeting this guy, who seemed to bear an uncanny similarity to...someone. There was no doubt this male was familiar in some way, he just didn't seem to be able to identify it. So with a shrug of his golden-furred shoulders, he responded lightly, "I guess I'm joining, then." He'd flash a grin at the other before realization struck him--he hadn't introduced himself. Whoops, he thought dismissively. "I'm Gabriel, by the way."
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  • I WILL NOT REAP DESTRUCTION // private, cainsmark


    He blinked. Once. Twice. Once more. Pulling himself to his paws, he glanced around at his surroundings with a slightly confused look on his face. Behind him were dark rocks that jutted up from the ground to form a semicircle around him, and before him was a dreary-looking jungle, with things slithering through the underbrush. He could sense them. What they were, he had no clue, but they didn't seem very friendly as he padded down the small trail through the trees, small hisses and annoyed grunts sounding from the brush on either side. It was a relatively short walk before daylight once again replaced the darkness that the jungle's canopy provided, but when the golden retriever turned to look back behind him, all he could see was the seemingly endless trail. He shrugged it off, deciding not to worry about it at the moment, and scanned the landscape around him again.



    A small pond stood before him, with a ring of small rocks surrounding it. The water was almost like a mirror, and he trotted over immediately, gazing down to see his own face staring back at him. His wings were fully visible in all their golden glory, beautifully reflecting the sun's rays even through the light cloud cover. The archangel gave a light smile at this revelation before tucking all six tightly to his back, ensuring they didn't get caught on or by anything. They were both an advantage and a hinderance, he supposed.



    //this is sucky, i know, but it's like midnight and i'm tired
    @CAINSMARK P.G.
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  • THESE FRIENDS ARE GOLDEN // open, joining


    Startled slightly by the sudden movement, the canine tensed up, only to relax once more when his mind processed the single word the lion had spoken. Brother. That would explain the familiarity of the lion. It took him a moment, but the pieces clicked together in his head and he asked in a low voice with an underlying tone of what could be heard as hopefulness, "Lucifer?" If it was true, then he'd definitely made the right choice in telling him he was joining. He loved every single one of his brothers, and if one of them was here, regardless of who, it was enough to make him stay. More than enough, in all honesty.
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  • tastes like stranger | private


    The golden retriever was still giddy from the fact that Lucifer was in the clan he had just so happened to join, and it slightly showed through in his gait. Whereas he normally walked with a casual trot, now there was a more perky bounce in his step, however discreet it was. He'd been reunited with one of his brothers after such a long time, and he felt like he was on top of the world. Nothing could bring him down now.


    That just so happened to be the reason he was out and about. He'd decided to check out the uninhibited areas that didn't belong to any other clans, seeing as he'd been too busy concentrating on being lost before to even think to look around. He was currently passing through a forest of some sort, following an already established beaten path. He didn't particularly care where he was headed at the moment; if he got lost, he had enough energy to teleport back to the Elite instantaneously.


    The canine stopped, however, when he noticed a figure lying beneath a tree. He wasn't sure if the cheetah was even alive since its eyes were closed, but he would stand there for a moment anyway, brown eyes fixed on the big cat. "You alive?"


    //this is rushed toward the end, sorry about that!
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  • I WILL NOT REAP DESTRUCTION // private, cainsmark


    Hearing someone approaching him, the canine's ears pricked up with interest. There was someone else here? He was surprised at the comment about his wings--What? How can he see them?--before remembering that this was a dream, so of course they'd be visible. Turning around and tucking his wings to his sides to keep them out of the way, he asked jokingly in an attempt to keep the tone light, "Me?" He cracked a grin, tail wagging slightly in a friendly manner. He wasn't sure what was going on or why this random guy was here--he'd never seen him before in his life--but figured that friendliness was the surest way he had of ensuring he remained alive and kicking.


    He didn't know if he could actually die in here--wherever this was, presumably a strange realm of some sort--but he didn't want to take any chances. Not when he was feeling so happy again, having reunited with one of his brothers. Finally he'd found a clan he could stand to stay in for longer than a week or so, and he wasn't planning on losing that so soon after regaining it. He could see that this might be where he belonged, even if he wasn't completely in love with the Elite's morals.


    He took a moment to look over the feline who now stood before him. He looked shady--in more ways than one. His aura seemed to be cloaked in shadow, something the angel actually had been witness to before, just not this close, or in such an unfamiliar place. But he'd asked a question that the golden retriever hadn't answered yet, so he supposed he should probably do so now. He was intrigued by this stranger now. "I'm Gabriel. And you?" He would give no more information as to who he was, even though he got the feeling hsi wings may have just given that away.
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  • ANGEL OF THE BLACK ROSE / PRIVATE


    The golden retriever wasn't normally one to stay in one clan for long; it was difficult to gain his allegiance and even harder to keep it. But now that he'd found Lucifer in the Elite, there was no way he was leaving. He had no clue what his future might hold in the anticlan--despite being able to see into the future, he hadn't thought to do so yet. Or perhaps he'd leave it alone. Whatever he may do, his future was set in stone, and he didn't know if he even actually wanted to know what would happen. Maybe he should just take life as it came. And besides, he didn't have nearly enough energy to do anything as taxing as searching the future. So instead of sitting back in the mansion doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing, Gabriel decided to go out and wander the territory. This way, he could get more acquainted with the clan he was living in while alleviating his boredom.


    There's a tree, he thought to himself, and another. Yep, this is so much more interesting than sitting and doing nothing. Just as he was about to turn and head back to the mansion to try and initiate someone back there in a conversation, his nose caught the scent of something that he knew didn't belong there. It wasn't a member of the Elite, and it sure as hell didn't smell like it could be a prey animal. So, being the responsible angel he was, he followed it until he narrowed his search down to a single tree. He didn't know just what he anticipated when he glanced up into the boughs of the tree--a bird, perhaps?--but it surely wasn't a white, winged feline. What was she doing up there, he wondered as he took a few quick strides closer so he was standing almost directly beneath "Hey," he called out, tail giving an experimental wag as he allowed a broad grin to make itself at home across his maw. It was a friendly gesture, meant to be a sort of greeting instead of words, but you could never know how things would come across to others, so he accompanied it with a question. "Could I have the pleasure of getting this lady's name?" His voice held a joking, loose tone as he chuckled, hoping to initiate a worthwhile conversation.



    //okay, i've got to compliment you on the lyrics in your signature; i love highly suspect c:
    and i feel bad that i can't match your muse but school is killing me
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  • I WILL NOT REAP DESTRUCTION // private, cainsmark


    Well, this guy didn't seem all that friendly. Oh boy, was this going to be a fun conversation. His grin grew more prominent as he asked teasingly again, "I am?" Resisting the realm, huh? What was that supposed to mean? Was this one of those weird realms that slowly killed whoever stepped into it? He enjoyed sending others into those sorts of realms. Or at least he had back when he could still do it. These days, that kind of thing took immense amounts of energy--energy he couldn't quite muster up.


    Where he'd gone wrong to get most of his angel mojo depleted, he had no clue, but he wished he hadn't. It was irksome, living life without the power to create pocket universes with a mere thought. If not for his wings, he'd likely believe that he'd somehow become mortal. It was an unsettling thing, though--he was only mediocre at fighting physically, mostly because he couldn't just bring out his wings whenever he so chose to. No, of course things couldn't be that simple! He couldn't willingly make them visible to anyone anymore; only those with the Sight could glimpse them, and even then they ran the risk of their eyes being burnt from their heads. Oh well, he figured, at least they hadn't lost their immense brightness.


    "I'm an archangel; you got it right! But what do you mean by 'resisting the realm'? What's this realm do to people that's so bad?" He knew it was a loaded question, but he couldn't help asking. He was curious to hear the answer, and he also wanted to know if this guy was actually the one who ruled this realm. Or created it. Either way, he thought it was cool to meet someone else so involved in realms--well, technically the golden retriever had been involved in alternate universes, not realms, but same difference.


    //it's midnight, forgive me for the shortness!
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