08-30-2018, 11:04 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]If anyone ever threatened Gabriel's life over having to describe himself, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't lose his life in that moment. Gabriel had been through some shit. Between bouncing around all different dynamics of groups, witnessing the death of his siblings and mother, and losing half of his face as his most hated sibling had, there was really nothing left that could permanently traumatize or damage the serval.
If there was one thing that he was certain of, though, it was that he wanted to out-live and out-stride and out-everything his older brother. Deep down inside, Gabriel knew that wasn't possible. Serpentine had faced God himself and walked backwards into hell and still lived to tell the tale. All Gabriel had ever done that was worth a single shit was become some wackjob mafioso and lose half his face to a jackass who told him he wasn't good at his job... And then proved it.
That had been peak humiliation for Gabriel. At the time, he wished that they'd just killed him off. Ended his suffering then and there. What was a prideful narcissist who was missing half of their face? A failure, that's what. And after all that, he'd gone into complete seclusion and hiding. He was ashamed. When Serpentine had lost half of his face, people had feared him- they had praised him and revered him as some war hero. All that had happened to Gabriel is that he looked like some pathetic reflection of his older brother. He was trapped in his shadow, perhaps forever and always.
However, one could only spend so much time in complete seclusion like that. Especially if one was Gabriel. His pride had been soiled, but it hadn't been destroyed... And of course, there was always a need to feed that monster.
It seemed like The Pitt was the obvious choice. There was no group that really fit Gabriel's vile, ruthless aesthetic like The Pitt did, and he was satisfied to discover that their territory was located in the desert, similar to another of the serval's former homes. No matter how comfortable he was already becoming though, he was sure to stop at the border. There was no point in coming here if he was just going to end up getting turned into ground beef.
(my trash baby returneth, also jfkehk where'd that muse come from)
If there was one thing that he was certain of, though, it was that he wanted to out-live and out-stride and out-everything his older brother. Deep down inside, Gabriel knew that wasn't possible. Serpentine had faced God himself and walked backwards into hell and still lived to tell the tale. All Gabriel had ever done that was worth a single shit was become some wackjob mafioso and lose half his face to a jackass who told him he wasn't good at his job... And then proved it.
That had been peak humiliation for Gabriel. At the time, he wished that they'd just killed him off. Ended his suffering then and there. What was a prideful narcissist who was missing half of their face? A failure, that's what. And after all that, he'd gone into complete seclusion and hiding. He was ashamed. When Serpentine had lost half of his face, people had feared him- they had praised him and revered him as some war hero. All that had happened to Gabriel is that he looked like some pathetic reflection of his older brother. He was trapped in his shadow, perhaps forever and always.
However, one could only spend so much time in complete seclusion like that. Especially if one was Gabriel. His pride had been soiled, but it hadn't been destroyed... And of course, there was always a need to feed that monster.
It seemed like The Pitt was the obvious choice. There was no group that really fit Gabriel's vile, ruthless aesthetic like The Pitt did, and he was satisfied to discover that their territory was located in the desert, similar to another of the serval's former homes. No matter how comfortable he was already becoming though, he was sure to stop at the border. There was no point in coming here if he was just going to end up getting turned into ground beef.
(my trash baby returneth, also jfkehk where'd that muse come from)
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