| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OH HAI THERE! It had been a few weeks since Silas had wandered to the borders of Inferni hoping to find out some information on the clan. The Russos had come in search of Rurik’s first sons, and along the way they knew they’d need to find out who was living here in Nova Scotia. Doing a little scouting, Silas and his family had come to learn the names of the packs that were situated around here, but so far, had decided to stay settled in their dusty rooms of the motel in Halifax. Silas, however, was getting tired of the city. He needed a change of scenery. Silas half expected to find Mason at the borders again, but the sandy ‘defender’ was nowhere in sight. Ignoring the common courtesy of waiting along the borders, Silas wandered past the piked skulls and into the territory. If someone came along to treat him with hostility, he could always just speak in Russian and milk some sympathy, right? |
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