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 Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 1:11 pm
Getting Gabriel's house to bed isn't an easy task , He starts around six pm and ends around ten pm. First he gets is ducks in place , laterally. Then he goes outside to check on Morissette. Once he knows Morissette is good for the night and has enough food in his stable for a late night snack , and early morning hunger, He finds Libby. Normally Libby is in the garden talking up a storm to the plants. Gabriel at least lets her talk for ten more minutes then picks her up and brings her inside. At this point he checks on the ducks one more time to see if there all still in there room/ slash spare bathroom. Then finely once he knows all is well he tucks Libby and the boys to bed (its around 8 pm now). At this time he gets himself ready for the night and sits and talks with Dishellai. Paulette checks on each pet and child when Gabriel is settling down. Once Gabriel , Paulette , and Dishellai feel its ok to go to bed they do so.
On one special night , that didn't seem to different from the other nights Gabriel had a peculiar dream.......
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 1:08 pm
(I'm so sorry! DG told me to post but I completely forgot! ;__ wink
As Gabriel fell into the land of sleep, his spirit seemed to lift from his body. Despite being able to see himself asleep under the covers, this was hardly the strangest thing in the room. A large, highly ornate door filled a corner of the bedroom. High, glistening white pilers framed this pearly gate, begging him to enter.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 1:56 pm
Gabriel walked into the light and what he saw was......
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:15 pm
Upon opening the door, Gabriel found himself to be in a great hall, decorated to the hilt with high class adornments. An elongated table stretched down the center, many chairs on either side. A great throne, gold with red upholstery, sat empty at the head of this table, place set with care-- as was the case with every seat in this incredible dining room. The soul occupant, beyond Gabriel himself, was a deeply tanned woman who appeared to be sleeping. Her rich chocolaty skin was decorated with many golden accessories. Necklaces, Bracelets, Armbands, Earrings and Combs for her obnoxiously large hair; nothing seemed to be in moderation... And yet... She slumped, still as the dead, and for good reason. Before her was an empty bowl, a silver spoon resting haphazard on the side. This sleeping goddess did not move, nor did her chest heave with breath, but simply remained still, seemingly lifeless. It was as if she, too, called for him. Begging him to touch her and wake her from this eternal slumber.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 1:14 am
Gabriel looked around. He saw beautiful women dead cold on a vary expensive looking floor. He was almost tempted to sit on one of the chairs. He knew this had to do with the relic. Most of his dreams had to with sitting around playing video games with presidents , and old childhood friends. He tried to remember what Dartsmoore told him to do " poor water on them and watch them grow , NOOOOo thats sea-monkeys" he thought .... he tried again " feed her!". He went up to the body. He looked around and saw eating utensils but no food.. He then went up to the fully grown women sat cross legged next to her "Where would I find food if I where a God" he said as if she could hear him. At that moment he found his idle hands fling her arm bands , making them clunk. He then took her by the hand and asked her to help him just then .......
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:31 pm
A warm, blinding like engulfed them both. The strong woman seemed to almost pull from his hand, and the golden chain around his neck appeared to disappear. In actuality, the two had combined. As the light dissipated, Gabriel could clearly see what he had come here to claim. A small, dark infant lay in the ornate chair. Her small hands groped skyward to her guardian, her bushy black hair providing a pillow for her head.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:28 pm
Gabriel picked up the little infant. Her hair looked as if it consumed his his left arm and shoulder. He talked to her and walked around with her. He also had sudden feeling to sing. He sang songs about her button nose , her hair , her being part of the family. He was pouring out songs as if he was song writer with a winning streak. Suddenly he realized he needed to get back home when......
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