The More We Flare

Spyridon Russo · 08-10-2010, 05:40 PM

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Yup, that’s fine. I just realized Silas is Spy’s cousin o.0

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Staying close to male’s side, Spyridon followed him through the stormy woods. Along the way he had introduced himself as Silas Agata and led them into what he called D’Neville mansion. A thought snagged in the back of him mind for he was sure he had heard the name before. But instead of speaking, the black wolf let out a low chuckle as the pair entered the mansion, dripping with mud and rain. He instantly felt out of place in the elegant room. Still listening, as he should, to Silas information, his wandering thoughts were confirmed about the pack. He had indeed wandered onto a territory in which its markings were washed away by the water. Dragging his hands through his dark brown hair, Spyridon reached into his bag and pulled his companion. She had obviously seen better days for her fur was matted with mud and debris and the beautiful cream brown eyes at the end of her muzzle were dull and bleary with lack of sleep. The Russian stroked her while turning his gaze back to the male.

“Thank you,”

The red hued wolf rumbled with deep satisfaction in his voice.

“Inferni territory, dis called?.”

He said more to himself, looking around the mansion again at the silk drapes and fine stitched carpets.

“Spyridon Vitaliy Russo I am called. A Primrose this is.”

Spyridon spoke again, looking down at the female in his arms. She was shivering lightly and he pulled her closer into his dark fur. The fox was his most important possession after all of his family abandoned him, so he was prepared to go to the ends of the earth for her.

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