last of the wilds -- stella}

[gabriel]

In an alternate universe, perhaps he could have been a court physician. Of course there was no real reason for the direction his thoughts had taken, but it was there nonetheless, and it was easy enough to picture himself in medieval times, dressed in finery among nobles instead of remaining secluded in the woods, forever a child of magic and nature, or so his mother had delighted in reminding him. And he remembered her words - remembered them as if they had been spoken to him only just that day, even, which was why he supposed he was here, in La Push or whatever it was the locals called it. Honestly, he had given up trying to remember who called which place what; it became too much of a bother after decades of what he did.

Which was, in itself, a little warped.
Stretching his arms, Gabriel let out a small purr, letting the light of the sun fall on his face, blue eyes narrowed like a cat who had, as the expression often went, "gotten the cream." It had been an average day for him, and by that he meant absolutely nothing had happened: he hadn't run into his rival from the other coven, the Pure Ones hadn't called upon them for some trivial thing they could likely accomplish themselves (but vampires were rather lazy creatures so he supposed he could excuse them for that). So he had decided to come out here, and in retrospect he was oddly happy that it had.

It wasn't that he hated what he did - quite the opposite, much to the evident surprise of almost everyone who found out what that particular something was, for some reason - but rather he just loathed the omnipresent threat of the Pure Ones and the things they wanted the Lazarus Coven, his home and his surrogate family, to do. The danger this often put them in was especially enough to earn his ire, and he didn't particularly enjoy the thought of his coven members in danger, but in there line of work there was nothing else he could expect and you really need to have more faith in them, Gabriel.

A silly thought, perhaps, but a helpful one nonetheless. Returning his mind to the setting at hand, Gabriel allowed himself to relax slightly. La Push really was gorgeous, and it would take a blind fool to try and dispute that. One only had to take a look at the sweeping trees and the majestic cliffs to see that this was true, as Gabriel knew it to be.

Letting out a small laugh, the witch shook his head, clearing his mind of the thoughts as he trudged forward, hands swinging lightly at his side as if he were merely enjoying the day instead of surveying for any danger that might come in the form of the werewolves from La Push, or the other vampires that tended to lurk around here. He doubted they'd be happy with his presence, after all, should he be discovered, so it was within his best interests to keep relatively low and away from the places they frequented most often.

He hadn't expected the tingle of a human presence, though.