Gabriel took liberty to walk around the mountain near the caves that Spear had liberated the people that had been missing for the last week or so. Spear still had its people around the mountain but the angel made himself unseen to them as he moved around. The snow made a clear mapping of movement, some spots clearly sullied by too many people tracing through. It was the dark spots within the snow that caught the angels attention, it wasn’t blood, it was dark black and thick as if ash had mixed within the snow. With a tilt of his head he squatted down and scanned the area, taking his camera out he snapped a few pictures before something caught his eye. A piece of finger, picking up a stick that laid near Gabe touched the finger with it resulting it in turning to blacken ash.
Standing once more he tosses the stick into the wood, allowing his camera to hang around his neck freely as he wipes his hands together. “I always did enjoy a snowy landscape.” He comments as steps within the snow crunched behind him.
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