Figures in black, Marching to Reunion

Silas Agata · 04-04-2010, 12:18 PM

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Sorry for the delay, my loves! +3

Though he had been with Inferni for about a month now, Silas still often went to Halifax to be with his family. He was surprised that Rurik had not scolded him too harshly for running off and finding himself tangled up in the affairs of the clan, especially since Silas seemed to be enjoying himself there. Though of course, the sight of a particular beauty helped persuade the Russian to stay amongst the clan’s borders. But for now, the Agata was feeling slightly homesick and knew that a visit to his family was just what he needed. Though he had relocated the Russian flag from his room in the motel to his new room in the D’Neville mansion, the Halifax motel still felt sincerely like home. It was a comfort any time he traipsed into him and Lily’s little haven.

Upon arriving at the motel, Silas discovered that neither his sister nor father were actually at home. It didn’t surprise him though, since the family was often out and about exploring the city. After all, Halifax held a lot to explore, and the family was always discovering new things in the various dilapidated buildings that dotted the Halifax skyline. He closed the door behind him, instantly collapsing onto the motel bed that had once been his own. It felt amazing just to relax for a moment, and Silas let his dark lids close around the icy blue gaze he had inherited from his father.

His thoughts drifted for a moment, and the boy’s maw hardened into a frown. The wolf came to mind again and he could easily picture his bloodstained hands after the deed had been done. Of course, it had been necessary, the sacrifice of life, but that didn’t mean it still play upon the boy’s dreams at night. He was a fairly strong soul, but murder has never occurred in the child’s life before then, especially not by his own hands. But it was a dog eat dog world, and had Silas not acted, it would have been his blood staining the paws of another.

His eyes shot open at the sounds of approaching footfall. Though he could not make out the words, Silas could tell that the hazy discord was in Russian, signaling the return of his family. He eagerly got to his feet, the black fabric of his vest flapping gently against his chest. "Добро пожаловать домой, семья!" He called, going quickly to the door of his motel room, and swinging it open to step out into the light of the dying day.

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