[PRP] Rock, Paper, Scissors [Gabriel / Roselle]

[Gabriel Dracul Belmont]

Gabriel had just finished his meal for the night. With his energy restored and flight once again possible he had decided to take time to go for a flight. Festivities of his tribe would be starting soon. There were several events planned, everything seemed to be going smoothly, but Gabriel still felt the need to clear his mind. Something had been bugging him as of late. A mere prickling at his heart, but no sign as to why. The lack of understanding was a thorn in his paw when he tried to sort it out. This evening it was particularly pesky.

Wings spread wide while he glided upon the currents and used as little effort in flying as possible. He tried to keep his focus on the tasks at hand, his family, his good friend Zobek... but every time he thought about those things his mind would wander back to that unknown pain in his chest.

As his mind begun to wander again he took a quick moment to glance downward. There he saw something... out of place? A little red dot among the dark setting of rocks below. There was no mistake it was his own kin and a nantil. His brow quirked. Perhaps she was a new woven and lost? That seemed to be the common encounter. Or perhaps this was another matter entirely. Still, it was enough of a distraction and merited his attention.

Gabriel angled his wings down than arched the left wing upward. He was curious. For some reason this one peaked his curiosity. So he begun his silent spiral decent toward the strange red-clan nantil. Despite his large magus size, he was quite skilled at being silent in flight. That was merely a skill of a dark b'alam. Their survival may depend on that on occasion.

Hoshi Lockhart