NEW: Gabriel Thorn

 

Gabriel slipped across the moor - unseen, untethered. He was used to being alone, it suited his character, suited his work, his mission. Everyone should have a mission in life, he smirked.

He looked up into the sky above him - head back, throat stretched and raw, as he took it all in. A circle - mid-blue and icy, with trailing light white cloud, skimming across the blue. All surrounded by thickening grey clouds, heavy with rain that would soon come.

Gabriel hummed contentedly as he watched the sky, felt the movement of the elegant light clouds as they shifted at an impossibly heady height, felt the heaviness of the rain clouds as they scraped across the empty landscape, ready to pour down on him.

The machinations of the world around him had always fascinated him since he was a child, and now that he was an adult, that fascination had deepened, expanded - not just to fill this world, but to spill into worlds beyond mere sight and sound. He would know the machinations of dimensions hidden from him. He would know of their splendour, know of their wrath. He would be their adventurer. He, Gabriel Thorn, would be traveller through gateways, along highways, across horizons that could only ever be imagined by others, but to him they would be as real as the moor and the clouds that swept it. He was nearly there, so near he could feel it thrum through his arteries as he filled his day with his diagrams, maps, illusions and dreams. He could feel it strobe through his body as he lay awake at night, too tight to sleep.

He grinned widely as the rain started to pour, hitting his face with heavy dense drops of water that slid with intention, across his skin. Everyone should have a mission in life, and his seemed the grandest of all. He would know it all, every last machination, he would taste it all! 

And with that thought, he held out his arms as wide as was able, spun on his heels, swirling around and around, as the rain drenched him to the skin.