Thisias walks for sometime through the palace.... He finds an empty room and sits inside... he sits gabriel down on a bed and smiles. He then sits down next to him...
"I wish morning would come... I am exited to start her training..."
Gabriel tilts his head and looks at Thisias....
"Yes I know... Too trusting..."
Gabriel looks away and starts grooming himself.
"But... You remeber how I was... I was even worse than her..."
Gabriel looks at Thisias and meows as if agreeing.
"No matter what... I have to keep my promise..."
Gabirel looks out the window...
"I hope you seek the sun... Dawn will hopefully soon come..."
Thisias sighs...
"She probably wont like the outfit..."
Thisias stands and looks into a nearby mirror... He smiles and sits back down...
"But it is important training gear..."
Gabriel looks at Thisias as if inspecting him. When his inspection is done The white, long-haired cat tilts his head to the side an meows...
"Oh c'mon!"
Thisias smiles and roughs up Gabriels fur...
Gabriel gives Thisias a strange look...
"What are you suggesting? OH... Oh no!"
Thisias stands and puts his hands to his chest.
"I am not capible of that and you know it!"
Thisias sits back down but this time in a chair...
"I... I am a freak..."
Gabriel leaps off of the bed and rubs up against Thisias' leg...
"Heh... There is no way you can convince me otherwise..."
Thisias stands and walks to the mirror...
"Look at me...."
Thisias begins to unstrap the buttons on his duster... He opens it up to reveal his horrid skin... It is red and scaley... No hair grows on it and deep scars from past battles indent his skin like caverens... He removes his hat to reveal his bald scalp with two small horns growing on wither side. His eyes, now in the light, appear as dimples in his horrid face... They glow brightly with the color of blood... His sharpened teeth can be seen as he breifly opens his mouth to speak...
"Look at me Gabriel... A man who has long since been dead has cursed me with this form..."
Thisias' eyes close as he frowns... His hardened face almost seems as if it would crack as it fills with the shame of his horrible form...
"And There is no way I can be cured..."
Thisias looks deeply at the ground....
"All of my life... I have been cared for... And had no one to care for myself..."
Thisias looks back up at the mirror...
"Someone I could relate to... Someone who knows what it is like to have been there..."
Thisias closes his eyes as a tear falls from them and lands on the carpet below him...
"Someone..."
Gabriel looks up at Thisias from his postion on the ground. The cat looks as if it could break into tears itself...
"To call a friend..."
Thisias opens his eyes again...
A legacy of shame... And yet... I will fight...