MY EMPIRE OF DIRT // MOON

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe was barely visible, a mere blur of a dark shape as he walked along the tombstones, stirring the fog with every step; it was quiet here, and he might not have minded finding solace here -even knowing what the toppled angels represented- but the mausoleum was his destination, and each movement felt heavier the closer he approached. The night and the cloak he wore shadowed him, but he still went cautiously, searching for any glitter of eyes or shuffle of a body, because he was risking his cover coming here to see the lion. Risking much more than that, in all honesty. Lives could hang in the balance, and he would rather not tip the scale when he could not control the consequences. The weathered faces of the stone angels seemed to accuse him, solemn as they were, and while he did not quicken his pace, he was certainly tempted to. He would rather not be out here in the open for longer than he had to be.

The hybrid pushed inside the domed structure, descending the staircase carefully, talons clacking softly, and the area meeting him had very little light, illuminated only by the flickers of small candles whose flames cast ominous, dancing shadows on red limestone walls. They kept prisoners in the catacombs here, though they did not have many at the moment, and so it did not take Gabriel long to locate Moon, dark eyes reflecting the low light as they laid on the lanky feline. He didn't move for a few moments, and when he did, he dropped the basket from his beak and shrugged away the hood from his face. "If you're going to yell, do it quietly." 

He nodded to the basket. "Put some food in there. Water. Some shit to patch yourself up."

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