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Set in The Waste. For one other character to reply to, please! Smile Silas thread now omg! :O


Hybrid had been faced with a particular kind of itch to venture forth and examine the remains of Inferni once more. It was a morbid curiosity, for no matter how many times he saw it, he could not believe fire could do this. That warmth, that spark, could it really create such devastation? If only he could find a way to harness this power and make it his own, he would be unstoppable. Now, he realized why all the canines had evacuated Bleeding Souls -- when faced with this kind of mess, it was not surprising at all. In that moment, Hybrid desperately wondered what it would be like to be set on fire.


He shook off the question and continued making his way south, venturing farther and farther away from Inferni. He had continued his patrols of Arachnea's Revenge, hunting for his favourite kitten, but he had not seen her in months. Why, the pale young girl seemed to have spooked! This disappointed him greatly, but he would not lose hope. He would find her soon.


Hybrid quickened his pace and soon, he neared the edge of the burnt territory. He could see the spider-filled forest stretch out for kilometres ahead; he wondered if his kitten was hiding or waiting for him. With one last glance over his shoulder to cement the image in his mind, he continued onward. It was only midday and there was plenty of time to kill before he went for a hunt. He hoped to track down Snake or Halo and fell a deer -- that would be a wonderful way to end the day. Now if only he could find his kitten!



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Hay gurl hayy! I'm in ur forumz, stealin ur threads. :3 +5
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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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310. Yesss, an Anannanas thread! *fist pump*


Hybrid had been idly making his way through the fringes of the territory, moving closer to where they met and then fell away. He sought to venture forth farther to find his kitty, but held back for a few moments to consider this. He supposed he should not head too far out if he hoped to return to Inferni and then locate Halo or Snake. But on the other hand, he had not ventured this far west in some time and he was itching to go on some sort of ‘adventure.’ He chuckled at the thought, amused he could still use words like this – perhaps he was not the cynic he thought he was. He was a goddamned optimist to have seen what he had seen – wolves trampling over coyotes, thinking they were somehow superior – and still go on with a smile on his face. Why, he must have been crazy to still have some hope in the world. He shook his head, as his grin widened: yes, he had to be an optimist.

He surveyed his surroundings one last time before he decided to return east. He paused and then glanced over his shoulder to see another coyote approaching. He frowned and waited for the Infernian to arrive. His grin quickly disappeared when he realized who it was: that damn Syemv dog.

“You’re still fucking here?” he asked once he thought the other male was within insulting distance. He snorted derisively and shook his head, surprised someone he disliked so much could still be in the clan. He could not believe this boy had managed to outlast far superior members; it was a shame, really, to have idiots like him populating the ranks. It was a goddamned shame, and Hybrid did not even believed in god. It seemed as though the Russian just brought out the worst in him.



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Big Grin
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It wasn’t until the crimson gaze of the other man found the pale blue of Silas’ that the fire beneath the scars intensified. Since that day in the wintery months of the year prior, Silas harbored a great dislike (perhaps even loathing) of the former Hydra. For the past year he had remained rather successful in avoiding any contact with the other male, though that was not to say he had gone without seeing the other man. Clan priorities and duties had led Silas to come across evidence of Hybrid’s presence, but other than that, he had been spared interaction. It seemed as if today his luck had run out.

At the man’s angry words, Silas could feel the prickle of rising hackles. He tried his best to suppress his growing anger, and not once did he let his pace slow. He would not be thrown of course by Hybrid today – he would continue on his mission to Halifax, whether or not Hybrid liked it. Icy eyes, which often were somehow capable of portraying warmth, were nothing less than cold and hard now. He’d have to choose his words wisely, for he was smart enough to know a fight would end with Hybrid the victor. After all, Silas knew only the basics when it came to fighting, so even the combat knife fastened to his belt loop wouldn’t give him an entirely great advantage. Eyes narrowed as Silas offered one exaggerated nod, deep onyx locks bouncing around the blue of the bandana. "Unfortunately for you," came the rough accented reply, as Silas continued to draw closer to the male.



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Big Grin


Pure aggression traced every line in Hybrid's body: from the stiff forelegs, the slightly arched back and the pointed tail. Hybrid regarded his inferior cousin with a sneer, rolling his eyes when Silas opened his maw to speak. Whatever the son of a bitch had to say, it would mean nothing. He was a liar and a coward and Hybrid knew this all too well. He had seen it with his own eyes and delivered a rather nasty, lasting scar. Hybrid smirked when he noticed it, a small gash that had since healed, but was there nonetheless.

The Russian’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, but his eyes disappeared momentarily when he nodded. Hybrid snorted, wondering what he was trying to pull. Some sort of cowardly trick, he suspected. He sneered again.

“Yeah, and for the rest of fuckin’ Inferni, eh,” he whispered seductively smugly, hinting with a bit of his tooth showing. Hybrid growled, low in his throat when Silas approached, warning the little shit to back off.



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If he were to say he wasn’t scared, he would be lying. He was scared of what Hybrid was capable of, knowing full well he was a warrior of the clan. He had not liked Silas ever since the boy had made the mistake of wandering past the borders, and he would not put it past the coyote to attack him again, even though he had been peacefully living within the ranks for almost a year now. Pale eyes remained locked on the crimson, and a Cheshire grin blossomed as the low rumble rising from Hybrid’s throat reached both of the Russian boy’s blackened ears.

He merely shrugged his shoulders in response, figuring it would be futile to argue with Hybrid. The pair of mutts were never going to see eye to eye, and Silas was smart enough to realize that. A matter that was more pressing, however, was whether or not Hybrid intended to let Silas pass. He would not come terribly close, but Silas’s path had planned to take him only a few meters off to one side of the Tesserarius. Frankly, Silas figured Hybrid would find that too close.

His pace did not slow, and his eyes never left Hybrid. The fingers of his left hand twitched, ready to fly to the combat knife attached to his belt loop if the need arose. He most likely wouldn’t win the fight, but Silas was sure to leave his mark, just as Hybrid had done those months ago.



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Silas shrugged in reply, and for some reason, this made Hybrid only slightly angrier. Normally, knowing that a useless fool like Silas could just shrug off what he had to say (since he was much more important than Silas was) would have enraged him. Maybe he had changed. Today, he just laughed. It was a rude thing to do and Hybrid knew it, so he laughed and laughed. It felt very good to belittle someone like this — in fact, it made him feel much better about how crappy life was right now.

Silas began to walk away and Hybrid's laughter subsided. He stepped closer toward the other mutt, letting his displeasure show. He sneered and cocked his head, watching as the other canine tried to edge around him. This would not do; this would not do at all.

“And what the fuck do you think you're doing?” Hybrid snapped. He nodded his head to the other man's knife, and then glanced up to Silas's face again. It would not do to let his eyes wander, not when he was faced with an idiot such as this one. No, he could not let Silas pass; he had not said he could leave and this was an infringement on his dominance and his right to be an ass. No one could take away that right from Hybrid.

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Hybrid was fucking crazy. Really, Silas was sure he had always known this. And yet here the former Hydra was, laughing like a maniac and only reaffirming this fact. Silas didn’t know about his relationship with the clan or those in it, but Hybrid must have been blood related or why else would they keep a psychopath here? Features contorted in confused disgust as the young Russian continued his slow arch around the other male, pale eyes still locked on and searching for hostile movement. Of course, everything about Hybrid broadcasted hostility, but it was that one twitch of a muscle that could clue Silas in to an impending attack, and he searched for it.

Hybrid snapped at him again, and the pale ice narrowed. "Vhat does eet looks like, stupeed mutt?" Though his hand did not move from its position hovered not far from the combat knife, Silas could feel the quickening of his pulse in the veins that branched to his fingertips. "I am off to Haleefax." Really, Silas could only imagine this ending in a fight, and he hoped he was fast enough to draw the weapon before Hybrid’s claws found his face again.


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Hybrid growled low in his throat when Silas insulted him. Of all the members of Inferni, the most doggish one had to lecture him on being some sort of half-breed! Hah! Hybrid was a full coyote through and through – he knew it, there was no other possibility. His father Venomous had been as much of a coyote as they had come, and from what he recalled about his mother, she had been a coyote, if a wolf-loving one at that. Regardless of her poor decisions later in life, Hybrid was most certainly a coyote. He had no reason to be offended. It was just the insolence of the stupid Russian’s tone that bothered him and that stupid accent.


“Going to Halifax?” Hybrid queried. “Not with that mouth on ya. Not very respectful, is it?” he added, emphasizing the third word. He bit out the rest through clenched teeth. He moved closer and began to circle Silas, watching him with a pointed gaze. This mutt would not last long.


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He knew he should have not been amused by the situation, for it was proven that he was not much of a fighter. Their last encounter had left Silas with scars that still adorned his face, and he was sure if they were to tangle again that he would not leave empty handed. And yet, Silas could not prevent himself from smiling at Hybrid, amused by the anger his words had instilled in the Tesserarius. They were no longer in Inferni, so it was unlikely that anyone might come across them here. His chances of getting away unharmed were slim, but Silas trusted he’d leave a mark so long as he drew his weapon fast enough.

As Hybrid began to circle him, Silas too moved, making sure he was constantly facing the other male. He would not let his back become exposed, and his pale eyes constantly watched for a sign of attack. And then, Silas laughed, something almost as maniacal as Hybrid’s, only because he knew it would wear on the other’s nerves. "Respectful?" He spat in response. "You zhink a useless mutt like you vould ever be vorzhy of respect?" Only to intentionally add salt to his wounds, Silas trailed his words with more laughter. All the while, his hand awaited patiently hovering just inches away from his blade.



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His opponent moved in tandem with him and as Hybrid moved, so did Silas. The other canine’s icy blue eyes did not waver and Hybrid cursed his focus. He snarled when Silas began to laugh, annoyed that the mutt had stolen his laugh. He was the one who was supposed to laugh and he was the one who was supposed to intimidate his opponent. He seethed when Silas questioned him and then tried to insult him. Hybrid rolled his eyes; the canine’s retort wasn’t very snappy. It was clear already he was no mutt and it was obvious by his rank that he was indeed worthy of respect. While submission for rank was never required in Inferni, Hybrid was struck with the notion. He needed to humiliate this fucking Syemv scum and then rip him apart.

“Submit,” he replied. “I am above you in rank. Submit or I will attack.” Archaic rules that preceded the luperci: it was perfect. As a creature that thrived on tradition and consistency, Hybrid could appreciate this old standard. He grinned wickedly, letting his cruel intentions colour his expression.


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The two watched each other’s movements with watchful eyes. Silas was no skilled fighter, but he was careful not to let a weak side become exposed. He knew Hybrid would jump at any opportunity to attack, and so he tried to remain vigilant in his searching for an indication of attack. It had never been in the stars for these two to get along, seeing as how their first encounter had ended on such a sour note. Silas would make no attempt to fix this, and it was clearly obvious Hybrid wouldn’t. And it seemed as if both were perfectly fine with that. They seemed to have developed a passion for hating each other. Silas was certainly getting a kick of out seeing Hybrid become agitated at his words. His Cheshire grin deepened at Hybrid’s expression.

His request was ludicrous and Silas allowed another laugh to rip from his throat. He knew that Hybrid was above him in ranking, but he would not submit to him. At least, not in the way that Hybrid was expecting. The two were outside of Inferni’s lands, and so Silas threw the clans rules to the wind. In the young Russian’s eyes, they were on equal ground. He would not submit to this asshole if his life depended on it. "Fuck off," Silas snapped in reply, his fingers twitching in anticipation of Hybrid’s impending attack and the need for his combat knife.


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A single word rang out in Hybrid’s mind incessantly and with such force that he began to grit his already-bared teeth together. The word echoed in response to Silas’ words and Hybrid could not shake it. The single word held more power over Hybrid than he would have liked to admit, but he could not let this creature pass him. Not when he could hear his mind screaming traitor! at him with such force. Hybrid tried to ignore how Silas was now grinning at him, a maddening role-reversal that bothered and enraged him. The little piece of scum! He had no right to laugh or mock him. He was a traitor and traitors should be killed.

Hybrid snarled in response to Silas’ laugh; this was no laughing matter. The last one to laugh was a traitor. He stalked closer, his fangs bared and his hackles raised.

“Are you a traitor then? You betray the laws of the clan and you betray the clan. You commit treason!” He let the words rip from his maw and he was certain that as he spoke, a bit of spittle accompanied his words. A parting gift from the proud Tesserarius, though he was certain to give Silas more than just one gift.

He stalked closer and began to circle the Syemv mutt. He snarled as he tightened the circles until he took a few quicker steps and moved to attack. He aimed to bite Silas’ calves, hopefully with enough force and direction to rip his muscles right out.



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