| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> <3 His icy gaze went to the bottle, watching as the vodka swirled with each tip and turn in Heath’s grasp. When the man brought the bottle to his muzzle again, Silas smiled at him. He had succeeded in steering him away from the motel where Silas’ family was staying, but he was also getting a slightly more eventful evening than what he had expected. It wasn’t Anatoliy, of course, but it still was almost as good. "Cour des Miracles," Silas tested the name on his lips, though his thick Russian accent did not allow him to mimic the French sounds Heath was capable of producing. "You live here?" There was a stir in his chest and his smile broadened. "Is eet pack of wolves?" Perhaps it would be in this foreign place where Silas could find his brothers. He did not have much to go off to find them, except of what Rurik had told him. But still, he knew he should at least try to help. |
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