running through the night and day.

Silas Agata · 11-05-2010, 01:39 PM

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It had been nearly a year since Silas had joined the ranks of the coyote clan. He and his family had arrived in the harbor of Halifax during the fall a year ago. They had spent some time in the city before the young Russian had eventually broken away and joined the clan. His family had (perhaps, wisely) chosen to live amongst the strange hybrids of Cour des Miracles. He wondered how life would have been different had he stuck by their sides, but it was futile to really dwell on the past. One thing was for sure: if Silas hadn’t joined Inferni, he most likely would have never met Halo. Maybe that would have made his life less complicated. In fact, maybe he would have met some other nice girl. But the simple fact was that he hadn’t. And now here he was, alone in Nova Scotia (for his family had already gone back to Russia) and he wasn’t even fully aware of the extent.

With the onset of cooler weather, it was clear the winter was not far off. Silas didn’t mind the impending snow storms, for they would remind him of his home in Russia. The red and yellow leaves did call forth a simple reminder, however: it was his second birthday soon. The thought made him feel tired, as if he had gotten to that point too quickly in his life (running, instead of walking there). At two, shouldn’t he have felt a little more accomplished in life? Whatever. He figured he’d go to the Miracles pack and have a little celebration with his siblings. Perhaps they could share a nice meal together, and Rurik would be kind enough to offer the three siblings their second golden hoop. The thought of reuniting with his family after some time warmed him.

He aimed for Halifax, deciding that if he could find some nice bottles of liquor that he’d bring them along for a real Russian celebration. They were, after all, adults now. Rurik couldn’t be too authoritative and want to restrict their drinking. After all, he was a man of the bottle himself. There wasn’t much that he carried with him, aside from the usual accessories that adorned his frame: bandana, denim shorts, black vest, & knife. The bottles he could easily carry back in his hands, or otherwise fashion some sort of knapsack. He wasn’t too worried about it.

His trek out of the mansion and out into the neutral territories had gone by largely alone. Pale eyes caught glimpses of other members as he made his way to the borders, but Silas didn’t detect any one else after he breached the edge of the coyote clan’s lands. It wasn’t until he was making his way through the Waste that his gaze finally caught the vague shape of another on the horizon. His pace didn’t slow as he drew closer, and he still aimed to pass by a couple dozen meters off to one side. It wasn’t until he was able to distinguish more of the stranger’s appearance that he realized the identity of the coyote hybrid. Instantly, Silas felt a strange warmth prickle underneath the pale pink slashes adorning his face.

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