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Still working on this story, among all the others...
Sam watches in vague concern as the wolves pass Gabriel, until one of them, a big grey with its tail high in the air, circles back.
Svala! it cries, in a voice thin and distorted, the way Sam has come to associate with the long dead. The wolf spins itself in a circle and bumps against Gabriel, knocking him straight off his feet.
Sam yelps, and rushes forward, only to draw up when he hears Gabriel laugh.
He watches in confusion, as Gabriel lets the wolf poke its nose all over him, under his chin, into his chest, down his legs and into his armpit. He just lays on his back -- and Sam figured that *had* to be uncomfortable, the way he his wings are now -- holds up his hands, and let's the wolf get way too personal.
My Svala! the wolf ghost says. My sister! You've come home at last!
Gabriel sits up, and puts his arm around the wolf, pressing his head against the beast's enormous skull.
"Hrimhild, my sister," the archangel sighs.
Sam sucks in a breath when the wolf melts into a women, long grey hair braided neatly back. She's dressed plainly, in clothes that look rough yet comfortable. He's not sure, but she seems to be around his age, in spite of her hair.
Svala, my love, what have you done to yourself? she asks, patting Gabriel's cheeks, exploring the sharp lines of his face.
"Nothing. Just a different body. I couldn't avenge you as a woman; no one would let me."
Stupid Cattle-people, the ghost sighs. You were so pretty...
Gabriel gives her a look.
Not that this is body is bad... a little bony, she pinches Gabriel's arm, then runs a hand up to his collarbone, but the shoulders aren't bad.
"ahem?" Sam coughs.
Both Gabriel and ghost wolf woman look up at him.
Sam raises his eyebrows hopefully. It takes Gabriel a moment to catch on, during which he glares at Sam.
"Oh. Right. Sam, Hrimhild Droplaugsdottir. Hrimhild, this is Sam Winchester. He's a ... friend. Sort of."
Oh, Svala. You've picked up an ox! the ghost laughs, her eyes wicked as she looks Sam up and down. Not that I blame you...
"He's not an ox."
No, I suppose not. He definitely looks like he still has his testicles! the ghost laughs, and pushes her head into Gabriel's chest.
"Hrimhild..."
The ghost looks up at Gabriel, and her smile smooths away. You won't come away with me, will you? I've missed you, my Svala, my pretty bird. You've taken so long to die.
"He's not dead!" Sam yelps.
The ghost looks at Sam, then slides her eyes back to Gabriel, and gives him a good poke with her finger.
"Hey!" Gabriel protests.
Come away with me, my sister? Jarnulf and Gisli would be overjoyed to see you, even as you are. You could run with us and hunt with us, and forget the hurt the world has cause you, my sister, my love.
Gabriel looks like he's actually considering it for a moment. Then he leans forward and kisses the ghost. It's a chaste, firm kiss, that Sam can see is a farewell even from where he stands.
"I'm sorry, Hrimhild. I can't go with you. I have to get Sam home."
Ah, my sister. You've chosen a hard road, to try to live again. I hope your Cattle boy is worth it, the ghost says before she changes back to a wolf and lopes off.
Obviously, I like giving Sam all the weird experiences...
Sam watches in vague concern as the wolves pass Gabriel, until one of them, a big grey with its tail high in the air, circles back.
Svala! it cries, in a voice thin and distorted, the way Sam has come to associate with the long dead. The wolf spins itself in a circle and bumps against Gabriel, knocking him straight off his feet.
Sam yelps, and rushes forward, only to draw up when he hears Gabriel laugh.
He watches in confusion, as Gabriel lets the wolf poke its nose all over him, under his chin, into his chest, down his legs and into his armpit. He just lays on his back -- and Sam figured that *had* to be uncomfortable, the way he his wings are now -- holds up his hands, and let's the wolf get way too personal.
My Svala! the wolf ghost says. My sister! You've come home at last!
Gabriel sits up, and puts his arm around the wolf, pressing his head against the beast's enormous skull.
"Hrimhild, my sister," the archangel sighs.
Sam sucks in a breath when the wolf melts into a women, long grey hair braided neatly back. She's dressed plainly, in clothes that look rough yet comfortable. He's not sure, but she seems to be around his age, in spite of her hair.
Svala, my love, what have you done to yourself? she asks, patting Gabriel's cheeks, exploring the sharp lines of his face.
"Nothing. Just a different body. I couldn't avenge you as a woman; no one would let me."
Stupid Cattle-people, the ghost sighs. You were so pretty...
Gabriel gives her a look.
Not that this is body is bad... a little bony, she pinches Gabriel's arm, then runs a hand up to his collarbone, but the shoulders aren't bad.
"ahem?" Sam coughs.
Both Gabriel and ghost wolf woman look up at him.
Sam raises his eyebrows hopefully. It takes Gabriel a moment to catch on, during which he glares at Sam.
"Oh. Right. Sam, Hrimhild Droplaugsdottir. Hrimhild, this is Sam Winchester. He's a ... friend. Sort of."
Oh, Svala. You've picked up an ox! the ghost laughs, her eyes wicked as she looks Sam up and down. Not that I blame you...
"He's not an ox."
No, I suppose not. He definitely looks like he still has his testicles! the ghost laughs, and pushes her head into Gabriel's chest.
"Hrimhild..."
The ghost looks up at Gabriel, and her smile smooths away. You won't come away with me, will you? I've missed you, my Svala, my pretty bird. You've taken so long to die.
"He's not dead!" Sam yelps.
The ghost looks at Sam, then slides her eyes back to Gabriel, and gives him a good poke with her finger.
"Hey!" Gabriel protests.
Come away with me, my sister? Jarnulf and Gisli would be overjoyed to see you, even as you are. You could run with us and hunt with us, and forget the hurt the world has cause you, my sister, my love.
Gabriel looks like he's actually considering it for a moment. Then he leans forward and kisses the ghost. It's a chaste, firm kiss, that Sam can see is a farewell even from where he stands.
"I'm sorry, Hrimhild. I can't go with you. I have to get Sam home."
Ah, my sister. You've chosen a hard road, to try to live again. I hope your Cattle boy is worth it, the ghost says before she changes back to a wolf and lopes off.
Obviously, I like giving Sam all the weird experiences...
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