Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2016 10:48:27 GMT -5
This time last year he had been engaged, but between then and now, so much crap had happened. So much bull. He wanted nothing more to do with Amelia, He had wanted to marry her, he had wanted to make her feel like a queen but all of that, it was nothing. Every time he thought about it, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Jupiter, that bastard. He hated him. He swallowed hard and did the best he could to not think about Jupiter's smug bastard face as he stabbed at the dummies in the training ground. He didn't want to piss off the king of the gods, but how could he not hate him. He was the reason that his whole life was screwed up. But then Sabella happened. She was a hell of a girl and someone who was the color to his rain cloud. It still didn't change the fact of how much he hated Jupiter. But at least Gabriel hadn't gone as far as to egg Jupiter's temple, someone else had already beat him to it, funnily enough someone else had quite a grudge. Not that Gabriel couldn't hold a grudge, oh he could hold one just as famously as his father.
Even though it was below freezing Gabriel was in a tank top on the field of mars as he worked with his knives. The long blades wove back and forth as chunks of wood splintered and flew off as he then stepped back. His heart pounded and his hip hurt. The cold weather always did that, ever since the first part of the war. He bent over to catch his breath, his hand placed securly on the splintered dummy as he did the best he could to keep himself from falling over. He had been out here all night, he was training till exhaustion again. It was just something to take his mind off of it. Sabella. Everything came back to her. He wanted to be stronger so he could protect her. To keep from happening what had happened before. He wanted to keep others from hurting her, from hurting his people. He refused to be weak. He refused to be his crappy sister, Some whiney little butt hurt wench who keeps throwing her own pity party like it was her job. She wasn't worthy to be a child of pluto. The only thing she was good for was starting shit. He straitened up and stabbed the knife into the dummy, the heart. "I am not going to be her." He growled. Gabriel collapsed against the dummy, a splinter getting into is shoulder as he did every thing he could to stand up. His legs shook, when was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember. The sun was showing it was about 10:30, almost lunch time. He had been out here since before dinner last night, his practice bow laid on the ground broken. The nearest target had been peppered with arrows.
Gabriel sank to his knees, the grass staining his already messed up jeans. There wasn't something that he hadn't spilled on them. His tank top was drenched in sweat, as was the shirt that he had long since discarded was ripped in places that he couldn't repair. His hands gripped the grass, dirt digging under his fingernails. His resolve pushed him back up to a standing position, his hip ached hard. It took every bit of his strength to not fall back over.
Even though it was below freezing Gabriel was in a tank top on the field of mars as he worked with his knives. The long blades wove back and forth as chunks of wood splintered and flew off as he then stepped back. His heart pounded and his hip hurt. The cold weather always did that, ever since the first part of the war. He bent over to catch his breath, his hand placed securly on the splintered dummy as he did the best he could to keep himself from falling over. He had been out here all night, he was training till exhaustion again. It was just something to take his mind off of it. Sabella. Everything came back to her. He wanted to be stronger so he could protect her. To keep from happening what had happened before. He wanted to keep others from hurting her, from hurting his people. He refused to be weak. He refused to be his crappy sister, Some whiney little butt hurt wench who keeps throwing her own pity party like it was her job. She wasn't worthy to be a child of pluto. The only thing she was good for was starting shit. He straitened up and stabbed the knife into the dummy, the heart. "I am not going to be her." He growled. Gabriel collapsed against the dummy, a splinter getting into is shoulder as he did every thing he could to stand up. His legs shook, when was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember. The sun was showing it was about 10:30, almost lunch time. He had been out here since before dinner last night, his practice bow laid on the ground broken. The nearest target had been peppered with arrows.
Gabriel sank to his knees, the grass staining his already messed up jeans. There wasn't something that he hadn't spilled on them. His tank top was drenched in sweat, as was the shirt that he had long since discarded was ripped in places that he couldn't repair. His hands gripped the grass, dirt digging under his fingernails. His resolve pushed him back up to a standing position, his hip ached hard. It took every bit of his strength to not fall back over.