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Vesper was grateful that those blue eyes didn’t train on her during the shift; it was one of the few things she was self-conscious about, and she got rather nauseous watching other Luperci change forms. Her mind still thought it was unnatural, to contort and erupt into new shapes, even as her body had betrayed her values and gotten used to the strangeness after her violent infection. Despite the smoky claws strangling her lungs as she inhaled the Lupeci drug, though, it did seem to relax her slightly as the man said it would. She could see why their likely stressed former Aquila had picked up the habit.

Swallowing, wanting some water, Vesper nodded and wrapped a skinny arm around her legs as she took another puff to torment herself. She could see a masochist doing this, too. She was glad her only addiction was patrolling constantly, which wasn’t quite unhealthy except when she forgot to rest or eat during the more dangerous times. She shook her head at the thought then handed him the cigarette back for his turn, with an ease that told she was used to passing various things back and forth. This wasn’t quite a drinking day with her buddy Helotes, but the familiar gesture made her a bit more comfortable around this black-and-tan foreign hybrid.

The man introduced himself as Silas, and she nodded, though her eyes widened as he spoke of being in the coyote clan. Her gaze roved over him more critically now, noting the signs of his heritage in his face and body, as well as the muscle and other telltale features of those she was used to seeing in Inferni, varied as they actually were. She grinned at him, shrugging her small shoulders. “Many months, huh? I’ve been in the clan almost a full year.” That fact continued to surprise her.

“And during that time,” Vesper said, staring off in the direction of the Waste, “Inferni has seen war with wolves from beyond this land. The Aquila, Ezekiel de le Poer, led us into battle, but after the fighting he sort of vanished and dumped the leadership on another Lykoi, Myrika Tears.” She didn’t sound as dreamy as she once would talking about the red-haired woman, but there was a distinct light in her eyes and a sharp pride in her voice that offered a good glimpse of her feelings toward her. “I lead under her, as the Centurion. And then a lovely little storm hit us; we’re in the wake of rebuilding after that.”

She fell silent then, holding her hand out hopefully for another drag on the cigarette, and glanced at him to see what impact these events had on the male. She wondered if he might return to the clan, or go off to find his own pack as Alyssum had. The Cavalier co-leader had plenty of questions about specific individuals when she realized that Ves might have the answers she wanted, and Vesper expected little less from this Silas.


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"Aye, many, many monzhs ago," he confirmed with a slight chuckle. 17 months in total, in fact; he had left in May a year ago. He listened quite closely as she continued, curious to know anything and everything that may have happened in Inferni since he left. Mostly, of course, he wanted to hear news of the Inferni princess. Silas’ own icy gaze followed Vesper’s, staring off into the Waste that rolled away from them as if her words would materialize images there off in the distance – a sort of mental mirage, perhaps.

At the mention of war, Silas could feel his stomach shift uncertainly. Halo could handle her own, of course, as she was a warrior of the clan. Inferni had seen war while Silas himself had been amongst its ranks. Still, it was never a pleasant thought. When Vesper mentioned the Aquila, Silas had almost forgotten for a moment that Gabriel had stepped down as their leader. He had given the title to his son, and Halo and Talitha were to lead alongside him. Just afterwards, however, Silas had left Nova Scotia altogether. He was quite surprised to hear that Ezekiel had abandoned the clan. With a man like Gabriel for a father, Silas assumed it would be hard to live up to those expectations. He supposed it made him feel slightly better to know that he wasn’t the only one to have abandoned Inferni. At least he came back, right?

Myrika Tears was not a name that Silas knew, but he wasn’t surprised to hear she was of Lykoi blood. The de le Poer and Lykoi blood lines ran thick through the clan’s ranks, as it always had. What really shocked Silas was what the woman said next, specifically when she spoke of her rank: the Centurion. This is what Halo had been upon his departure, so did that mean she was no longer around? If she was to have gone anywhere in the ranks, it would have only been up. Silas could easily recognize her devotion for the clan. He feared the worst of course. "A storm," Silas said softly, his words almost dreamy. His thoughts, of course, were focused elsewhere and so for a moment there was a slight hesitation in his words. He had experienced it as well, the storm having caused the seas to be quite rough during its pass.

He raised the cigarette to his mouth once again (his peripheral catching her outstretched hand), took a long drag, and then handed it off to her. He let those words sink in, before exhaling into the cool autumn air and training his gaze finally on the woman. "Eet zounds like much ‘as happened een zhe clan," he told her. "Ezekiel ‘ad juzt been given zhe title from his fazher vhen I left. Eet ees strange to zhink zhere ees someone new leading zhe clan."

"A Lykoi zhough," he added as an afterthought. "Do you know who ees her family?" Though Myrika didn’t ring a bell, perhaps Silas knew of her parents.

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The man corrected himself, agreeing with her, and Vesper smirked. She was quick to see that he wasn’t quite as quick to chuckle with the rest of her news—but she had always been better at discerning small changes in scenery rather than people. He was intent and silent throughout her tale of the fire clan’s plight since he’d left, but that could be out of a normal interest as well as a deeper one. She knew she’d be thirsty for news if she’d left—news of the leadership, news of friends and foes, news of her lover. She would have been interrupting the narrative with several questions, but Silas only echoed her last words about the storm after a hesitation, and she cocked her head at him, a very canine gesture in a bipedal body.

The Russian coywolf took a drag on the cigarette, and she held the smoking thing between her fingers once he’d returned it. Her lips found it again, and the drug did seem to relax her as he’s said it did. She’d no doubt her throat would be burning and in want of a good, long, cold drink afterward, however. It was nice to have something to ease her nerves, but she was wary of any addiction besides long patrols. She’d heard plenty of tales of the canines it ruined, falling into petty human vices.

Vesper nodded, having heard of Gabriel though he had gone long before her time. She wondered what the son of Kaena was like—what any child of Kaena was like. She realized she didn’t know anyone with a relationship to the matriarch closer than that of a grandchild. An entire generation of Lykois was unknown to her.

Among them the parents of the woman she loved. She looked down, letting her smoky-tipped hair fall like a curtain over an uncertain face. “Her mother’s name is Rachias,” she said, not quite certain if she’d gotten the name right. “And her grandfather was Laruku Tears, the alpha of an old pack.” That she had learned from Tayui, who’d seen and led a good share of her own old packs. “And a sister named Cassandra,” she said with a grimace, handing the cigarette back. “But she’s not an Infernian.”

Her blue eyes flicked curiously to his, and she managed a smirk. “What about your family? You don’t quite seem like a Lykoi.”


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It seemed as if Silas did not, after all, know of Myrika’s parents. The names were foreign to him, though he did not doubt her supposed Lykoi heritage one bit. Though Silas had come to learn about the family and its history during his time in Inferni, he was nowhere near a historian on the subject. Mostly he knew about the Lykois he came directly in contact with, and those tied to the ruby eyed princess.

Silas accepted the cigarette back, a slightly crooked smirk forming. He could tell that she was not used to the act, could visibly see her features contort as her body told her to fight this unnatural vice. Silas’s own body had put up a much similar fight, until he had eventually conditioned it to accept the habit. And, as time would have it, eventually his body craved the habit.

He waved his two forefingers, cigarette clutched between them, affirming her words, "Aye. That I am not. Mine family ess of Russia. Zhe Russos. Maybe you ‘ave heard of us? I don’t zhink our presence 'ere ees as strong as eet once vas. They started a pack here, Syemv, a long time ago." Though there were still a handful of Russos spread through the area, their influence was nowhere near as fervent as the Lykois. "Zhat vas back vay before I vas born. Back vhen mine fazher vas a much younger man," he chuckled at the thought of a younger and still very much promiscuous Rurik, leading the ship of pirates to Nova Scotia. He had only been around 2 at the time (which now, Silas realized, made him feel relatively old at his 4 years of age).

"You?" He asked mostly out of curiosity. He doubted she was Lykoi, for she had no tell-tale appearance traits of the family. But then again, he had been out of touch with that family for some time. "Are you from zhis area originally?"


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Vesper had only but a faint concept of the lands across the ocean, but she was able to place most foreigners there, and that included any Russian individuals. She shook her head to indicate that she hadn’t properly heard of them, though the name Russo almost seemed familiar enough that she could have learned and simply forgotten.

Syemv, the coywolf echoed when he mentioned the pack the family founded. That she did think she remembered, but not in an entirely positive light. Didn’t Inferni war with Syemv long ago, before the fire? She realized belatedly that, since it was before his time, he probably wouldn’t know—but he might have heard the story from his father. Ves thought she might have heard it from an old wolf elder from New Dawn, Blind’s adoptive mother Soran. She quickly pushed the memory aside.

Silas turned the question back over to her, and she shook her head. I’m from the wilderness up north, she explained. There are pockets of non-Luperci there, and I was one of them for a while, until I came to these lands. Even then I was a loner for quite a while until I was injured and Enkiel Lykoi healed me. She didn’t know if Silas would know the jackal hybrid, but it was just another name casually offered in conversation.

Having stumbled onto the topic of comings and goings, Vesper offered him a faint smile, one that quickly warned of her intentions of asking something a bit delicate. Why did you leave Inferni, Silas?

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"I zhink so," he told her, shrugging to signal that he couldn’t be certain. He did, however, clearly recall how he had had difficulty first joining Inferni because of his reception from Hybrid. The Hydra had called him Syemv scum and had never been satisfied with Silas’s acceptance into the clan. In fact, Hybrid has been convinced that Silas would fail the task he had been assigned in order to be allowed into Inferni, and Silas thought the loyal Inferni had been quite peeved to know that Silas had in fact succeeded. "Eet vould make sense," he added as an afterthought then.

He listened as she spoke of her homeland and non-Luperci. It was something Silas knew existed, but he had hardly come in contact with. Europe seemed to be exclusively Luperci, or at least that was the impression Silas had been given from the time he had spent living there. He was almost certain that any non-Luperci he had come in contact with had been here in Nova Scotia. He couldn’t quite imagine how that would be. Silas spent a significantly little time in any other form aside from Optime, and he couldn’t quite imagine life spent solely in lupus.

A crooked smirk was offered in response to her faint smile, and Silas couldn’t help but offer a slight chuckle. "I came here vith mine family – mine fazher, brozher, and seester. Zhey didn’t follow me to Inferni, zhough. After some time here, mine fazher and seester decided to leave – to go back home, as I later found out. I vas young zhen and didn’t know vhere I belonged. Though Inferni had been a home to me, I never vas fully convinced I vas really meant to be zhere. I zhought maybe I vas meant to be home een Russia, so I decided to go zhere. And honestly, I missed mine mozher." He added another soft chuckle there, shaking his head gently from side to side knowing what the fellow pirates on board the ship would have said had he admitted that openly to them. "But Russia no longer felt like home. I hadn’t really spent much time zhere, after all. I zhink I realized that I really vas meant to be here. Zhat maybe Inferni really vas mine only home. I vas just too young and zhick to realize eet zhen."

After his words fell away, Silas was shocked with himself that he had said so much. Of course he had had the thoughts and had come back to Nova Scotia, but he had never admitted these things out loud. He hadn’t mentioned Halo of course, but that was only because he was so uncertain of things with her. Vesper would know whether or not Halo still lived within the clan, of course. She had, it seemed, acquired Halo’s title. Perhaps talk of her would soon follow, but for now Silas left it alone.

"I zhink I 'ave every intention of coming back," he told her. That crooked smirk returned again and he returned his cigarette to his mouth. "If Inferni vould have me, of course," he added, the white cylinder bobbing between his teeth as he spoke.


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415 Right back at cha. ;_;


Vesper is by me!

Silas half-confirmed her guess about Syemv even if he didn’t seem entirely sure himself, but the conversation went on and luckily didn’t touch on the topic too heavily. He also didn’t seem anything more than vaguely interested in her being a non-Luperci, which she liked a lot more than most receptions she’d received as a single-formed “beast.” She knew that it seemed like a disadvantage to most Luperci, those who worked with tools and domesticated animals and outright used their larger size to bully others, and she knew she’d think of it that way if she’d been born like everyone else.
She wasn’t too preachy on the life of a true canine anymore, though, and simply thought that if someone was born a certain way, then they were meant to be like that. She hadn’t wanted to be changed, and she still sometimes thought she should be non-Luperci still, but she accepted her new life. She was simply more comfortable in her birth form, even though one wouldn’t know it but for subtle signs as she sat passing a cigarette back and forth with the Russian hybrid. She tried to hide her self-consciousness, but she still held herself in a way less confident than those who’d spent most of their life dealing with arms and upright bodies.

Fortunately, Silas didn’t seem offended by her question even though she would have let him get away with not answering it; she didn’t like personal questions from strangers if she was forced to answer. Chuckling, the man explained that he’d come to Nova Scotia with his family, and thought he should be with them in his homeland when they left. She smiled when he mentioned missing his mother, and nodded when he explained that Russia hadn’t been as much of a home as Inferni was.

The Centurion couldn’t help but break out into a larger grin when he mentioned intending to come back. She’d met a few coyotes who’d abandoned Inferni without that intention, and it gladdened her that he would return.

Silas stuck the cigarette between his teeth, making one last remark, and Vesper put on a mask of pretend indifference. Yeah, maybe they might, she said nonchalantly, then flashed a smirk as crooked as his to show she was playing. Many members have come and go over the year, but I’m sure there are at least a few left who’d be glad to see you. She offered him a friendlier smile. Hell, Kaena is still around.

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The Russian man grinned back understanding to the Centurion, the cigarette still clasped between his milky teeth. He had the notion then that perhaps he would find a friend in Vesper upon his return to the clan. Her company had proved quite enjoyable thus far, and it wasn’t often that such a random meeting turned out to be so casually enjoyable.

There was a surge of relief within his chest at her next words. It wasn’t as if he had a particularly strong connection with the elder Lykoi woman, but it was a comforting feeling to know that Inferni hadn’t changed entirely and that there would still be some familiar faces about if he were to be accepted amongst the clan’s ranks again. Sure the leadership had changed as he was sure the membership had, but to know he wasn’t wandering back to a place that was no longer recognizable soothed the Russian. It seemed like ages since he had last been in the area, but he could already imagine himself settled within the mansion and a light smile flashed across his features. He wondered vaguely how the structure had fared in the storm Vesper had mentioned, remembering all too well the damage it had sustained years ago that had led to such an interesting development in Silas’ relationship with Halo. The memories of raking through the blood streaked snow in search for the princess’ precious rodents were still vivid in his mind.

"I have to admit zhat eet ees a good feeling to hear zhat. Eeet vould be nice to see some familiar faces zhere. I have been on zhe ocean for so long now zhat eet vould take some getting used to zhe clan life again. I swear zhe earth is still swaying beneath mine paws," he chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly. There was always a period of transition when one went from extended time on sea to land, and vice versa. Soon enough it would die away and Silas would grow accustomed to stable earth beneath him.

It was time then, he realized. There was a strange dryness developing in his throat, and it was not caused from the smoking. He offered the cigarette to Vesper again, attempting to clear his throat to raise his question. "I vonder..," he started, his gaze trailing away from the woman for a moment while his heart held onto the thin thread of hope. "Ees zhere a voman een zhe clan by zhe name of Halo? Vhen I left for Russia she vas Centurion alongside Ezekiel de le Poer. Did she stick around to keep Kaena company?" His inquiry was punctuated by a light laugh, as if to lessen the importance of this answer. To him, it meant the world. However he didn’t want to portray this outwardly. Not yet, at least. He hoped he had played it off as a vague interest, not as the burning question it so truthfully was.


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Vesper is by me!

Vesper found herself fairly relaxed around the man who had been a stranger to her just minutes ago. She could not say why, but perhaps it was because he simply had an easygoing air about him, and the relaxing smoke clouded around them likely helped matters. There were few she was capable of this sort of bond with; usually meetings with her comrades resulted in her over-thinking certain things, or at least remaining very aware of her rank and responsibilities. This was almost how she felt around Helotes, absolutely careless and casual, but far calmer and without all the crude jokes she swapped with her enemy-turned-brother. It was simple here, not a deep bond, but the makings of an easygoing sort of friendship—if he did return to the clan, hopefully encouraged by the thought of at least one or two familiar faces.

Haven’t gotten your land legs then? The coywolf smiled and shook her head too, stating the phrase a bit awkwardly. She had zero experience with sea-faring ships, save for smaller boats and pictures painted in her mind of these boats with a multitude of sails attached. Well, if you get the urge to have something really lurching under your paws, we can float a plank out into the bay for you.

She took the cigarette again as he offered it, taking a drag and holding the smoke in her lungs for a fraction longer than she had before. She coughed it up, but through slightly watering eyes noticed a somewhat intent look in his face, something strange. She straightened slightly and pricked her ear as he mentioned a name: Halo.

Her large ear promptly flicked back against her hair again, and she handed him the cigarette back awkwardly, blue eyes dropping to the earth as she searched for an answer, a way to break the news for him. He had to have asked after Halo in particular for a reason—perhaps she was a friend, or had trained him—but there was no way he would take this information gladly unless he was asking because he didn’t like her. She still opened her mouth timidly to reply, but did not sugarcoat anything.

I never knew Halo well, but she’s still in the clan. Vesper sighed, and rubbed at her face as she finally got out: There was an accident, and she lost her sight. She spends most of the days hidden away now; hardly anyone sees her out and about.

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The way her phrase started, speaking of Halo in the past tense, drew a flag of alert. Silas was worried it meant she was no longer a part of the clan, but his thoughts were quickly soothed as Vesper finished her thought. Silas couldn’t quite decipher the Centurion’s body language – she seemed almost uncomfortable speaking about Halo, and it made the Russian feel uneasy. What had happened in his absence? He didn’t press her, merely waited for her to continue with her explanation.

An accident? Though he had tried to keep a cool façade, Silas could hardly veil his surprise now. A wave of emotion washed over him, and he could feel his features contort in cruel mix of agony, anger, and sorrow. Even a fool could see the hurt within those icy eyes, and as such, Silas turned his gaze away from the woman at his side. Halo had been in some sort of accident that robbed her of her sight, and where had Silas been? Off playing pirate like some naïve little puppy. He had broken his promise, and Halo had paid dearly. How was Silas supposed to even face her now?

"Oh," came the initial response, a sort of exasperated sound that bubbled from within. Would he never again feel that burning heat as the precious ruby gaze fell upon him? They had been fire and ice from the start – nearly complete opposites in almost every respect – and yet somehow they had been drawn towards one another. But fire and ice couldn’t prosper together – one would have to bend to the will of another. One couldn’t last.

"Vhat kind of accident, d’you know?" What he really wanted to know was could he have prevented it? Had his absence created an environment in which something like this could have happened, or would her sight have been robbed regardless? The man needed to know. It was an answer that could potentially change everything for him; this would determine whether it was the fire or the ice that had died away.

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Vesper is by me!

Vesper did not think of herself as having many secrets, or needing to tell many lies, but she knew that every canine had felt that pinprick of fear when their vulnerability was exposed, when their conversation partner looked at them and seemed to notice. She wondered if Silas was feeling that as her blue eyes alighted on his equally pale one, and guessed so as he looked away. Knowing what she would want in his position, though, she made no remark on the obvious emotion brewing there, and only looked out into space—wondering just exactly what his connection to Halo had been. She knew extremely little about the crimson-eyed dragoness, and could not think of a time they had even spoken face to face.

Her mind fell back to the small glimpse of puppies, the pair seemingly hidden away from Inferni in the shelter of the schoolhouse—though the girl had gone missing during the storm, along with the pack’s carpenter and her old sparring partner. Silas said he had been gone too long ago to be the father, though, or so she guessed. She didn’t know much about gestation or kids. It was not her right to ask, to even bring it up; she would only give him the answers to questions he wanted to ask, not wanting to hurt him more than she had with her news.

Silas asked what kind of accident it had been, and Vesper took in a sharp breath to steady herself as she tried to think of what to say, how to put it tactfully. Wolves, she said first, because she knew that much a former Infernian would understand. She was attacked. Her head got hit. Damaged something. These clipped phrases came quickly, as if she could get rid of them this way.

She only remembered the event as vividly as she did because of the aftermath—the aftermath as it meant to Myrika, rather than the fallen Triarii. Because of that assault, Myrika had to kill her first wolf, though it wouldn’t be the last.

I’m sorry, Vesper added as an afterthought, her blue eyes flashing dully to his. She didn’t know what other condolences to give, and felt that more words would only turn out clumsy or callous.

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One word had his world caving in on him. He ceased to see his surroundings as dark lids veiled the melting ice. If somehow he could have vanished in that moment, Silas would have wished it so. In a moment he would realize that he wouldn’t want Vesper to see him like this, but for now he could only focus on that one word. It reverberated within him, bouncing off his bones and mocking him like a cruel snicker. He had allowed this to happen to Halo by abandoning her, and he knew that. It didn’t matter that Halo was a skilled warrior and had better combat skills than Silas would ever have. In his mind, this was all his fault.

There were many burning questions that he had for her, but Silas knew this wasn’t necessary the time nor place for such questions. In fact, many of the answers would be better answered by someone else. Halo herself, perhaps. Although they burned in the back of his mind, Silas knew he couldn’t ask such a thing of Vesper. She had unknowingly stepped into the deep mud of Silas’s life, and he wouldn’t make her trek through more.

"Me too," he responded, his voice soft and threatening to break. He had yet to open hs eyes, as if keeping them closed held shut the dam that held off his emotions. With a deep inhale of breath, icy blue blinked open and cast a quick glance towards Vesper. He forced half a smile, as if trying to preserve the casual air of their conversation. This was devastating news to the Russian man, and he hadn’t exactly expected to receive it here or now.

"Were others hurt een zhe attack?" He needed to press his focus out and away from Halo for a while if he were to momentarily recover from the news. Besides, this would answer a few more questions he had, while also speaking of the clan itself. Had the attack been focused on Halo, or was it something Inferni related? The answer would most likely influence Silas’s future decisions; he could already feel a fire beginning to grow within.

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Vesper is by me!

Had Vesper been a different sort of canine, she might have offered him more comfort than a sympathetic sidelong glance and a few soft words. She was at a loss when it came to reassurances and apologies, however, having barely been able to comfort her sister in the wreckage left by their black-furred father. Although not as distant as she once was, there were still some things that did not come easily to the former loner.

She was full of regret, both that she couldn’t help Silas and because, for once, she found herself wishing she would have known Halo better. She didn’t even know if she would have liked the woman, considering what she’d done to Helotes, but maybe things would have been different, and maybe things would have been different that day, too. She knew they sure as hell would if Myrika and Ithiel hadn’t come in time—or had come earlier.

She was not one to dwell on the past or to regret for long, however. It was a passing thought, and she knew that life would change and her regrets would mean nothing in the long run. She’d regretted her actions with Juniper, once, and with Blind, but now she had a nice home and a gentle, intelligent lover and didn’t know if it could have been worse. For her own sanity’s sake she just assumed she avoided the bad things in life by the choices she made.

Vesper returned his half-smile with much less skill, trying to lend him strength and reassurance with a look. Her eyes were brittle ice, though, and she let her pale lids fall over them until the man asked about others hurt in the attack.

One of our archers and Myri—the new Aquila—they saved her. They weren’t hurt much, I don’t think. She paused. That wasn’t too long before the war, though. Those wolves might have been random attackers—you know how it is with Inferni—but they might have been scouts sent out beyond the southern wolves. She shrugged and let her ear fall back, not sure what else she could say or do for him.

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Silas merely nodded at what Vesper told him, unsure of what words were necessary now. The cigarette that had been swapping hands had been left unattended between two of his own fingers and now had burned away to almost nothing. The man flicked at the ember with a third finger, knocking away the burning ashes before tossing the untouched remnants away to his right. Without hesitation, Silas reached for another one and brought a lit match to ignite the cigarette’s end.

"Inferni 'as been zhrough a lot vhile I’ve been avay," he finally spoke, exhaling after the first long drag on the new cigarette. He took another moment to internally consider some things before his gaze found Vesper’s and he spoke, "I’m sure Inferni vill find me at eets doorstep een time. Zhere are ozher questions I must find answers to before I come back." He hoped that she could understand that, and that Silas wouldn’t be faulted for that.

He offered the cigarette to her then, holding out his hand palm skyward and nodding gently towards it. "Ees zhere anyzhing I can bring for zhe clan? Somezhing to help vith rebuilding?" Perhaps a particular supply of theirs had been ravished in the storm, or they needed supplies for repairing their structures. Whatever the case, Silas could perhaps scavenge some things up before his eventual return to the clan. "I don’t vant to return empty handed," a light smile lighted his features, as if trying to mask the anguish he had felt from their prior topic. The devastating news had crushed the Russo man’s spirit, but he was trying hard to mask it. He would mourn on his own time, and learn to accept what had happened. For now, it was all too fresh and this wasn’t the appropriate time for him to really sort through his emotions.

He wanted to ask that in the meantime Vesper would look after Halo, but he knew it would be a useless request. If Halo had become something a recluse now within her own clan, it meant that she did not want to be seen by others and that she was getting along fine by herself. Silas didn’t need to send babysitters after her, nor news of his arrival. As much as he wanted her to know that he was here, it would all need to wait until he himself saw her in person. So the request he had for Vesper remained unvoiced, and instead he awaited any suggestions on what he could bring for the clan.


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Vesper is by me!

The first cigarette had withered to a small stub, and Silas knocked some tiny embers to the ground before producing another cigarette. Vesper kept her hands in her lap, not wanting to rob him of another one, and still not sure how she felt about the things. The sensation was new enough to her as to be powerful, both the burn of the smoke and the slight lightness that came with it all, and she supposed she should think clearly again when she went on her way back home.

Vesper nodded as he spoke of the clan going through a lot, and nodded again at his second statement, smiling a little. She wouldn't have expected most to make that sort of decision, anyway, and it was probably better for him to get used to the land and the changes that had overtaken it -- as well as find answers to the mentioned questions -- before he was taken up in pack duties. Though he probably wouldn't need as long to adjust as she did, every bit of preparation helped, and if he was coming back at all taht was good enough for her even if she hadn't known him then.

She shook her head at his question, replying lightly, Your return will be enough for most. She waved a hand dismissively. If there are still repairs to do, you can likely help by doing them rather than finding supplies. We have most of what we need, I think. She wasn't an expert on that, but she also didn't want to impose the challenge of finding something for the clan before Silas came. She knew that another body would be appreciated even after life went back to normal with the passed storm, and that his skills were the best that he could contribute.

With that said, Vesper looked over the Waste from the hill they sat on, and offered Silas another smile. I should probably get back, she said, and as she rose touched him on the shoulder. It was more forward than she liked to be with strangers, let alone males, but she had a feeling that she would enjoy Silas' company if he did indeed come to Inferni. If anything, she wanted to show some sort of additional kindness, knowing how much her news had hurt him. To hide those intentions, she offered a toothy but soft farewell grin. I'll be seeing you?

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The Centurion had silently turned away his offer of the cigarette, and so Silas easily let it find his own muzzle again. Long after she left him there, Silas was sure to still be sitting with his cigarettes. The news Vesper had given him had unnerved him somewhat, and Silas wanted nothing more than to sit and reflect, and to most likely chain smoke several more of the cigarettes he carried. That would all come later, however. For now, he turned his attention to Vesper, and what she thought it would be appropriate for Silas to return to the clan with.

He was surprised by her response, but nodded at her words. He had not expected to be told that he need not bring anything for them. His last joining of Inferni had required much of him, and somehow it seemed silly to not show up with anything. Despite her advice, Silas decided he would think of something to bring upon his return. "Aye, I can certainly do zhat," he told her, the cigarette bouncing between his teeth as he spoke. "Mine days on zhe ship has taught me a lot about vood vorking. I’m sure zhat’ll come in handy vith zhese repairs." He was no stranger to wielding a hammer and nails now, for he had participated in doing random repairs on the ship he had voyaged on. Though Silas had never gone as far as building an entire structure, he was certain it wouldn’t be too hard for him to sort out. Inferni would be back to normal soon enough, and Silas would ensure he’d do anything he could to help with that. He was committed, upon his return, to do anything he could to aid the clan. Halo had been fiercely loyal to the clan the entire time Silas had known her, and it seemed only appropriate now that he adopt a similar thinking.

Ice found Vesper as she rose from her seat on the ground, deciding it was time for her to head back to her clan. He nodded, understanding her responsibility and obligations to Inferni. The clan would be needing it’s other leader. Her absence would unlikely go unnoticed. The soft touch against his shoulder was not expected, but he returned her grin with a warm smile. "You sure vill, miss Vesper," her told her, nodding as if to affirm his words were true. "Zhank you," for speaking with me, for being kind to me, for breaking the horrible news about Halo, for welcoming me back without judgment, but none of the reasons were listed. Silas had a feeling she would know what he meant, without having to voice it. He looked forward to seeing more of her once he decided to return to the clan again. Despite the fact that she was mostly a stranger to him, Silas found comfort in her presence and had a feeling he would take solace in her advice in the times to come.

He gave a small wave to send her off, before taking another long drag from his cigarette. He’d need to collect his bags before long and move off to find shelter for the incoming evening. He was sure his thoughts would be occupied by Halo tonight. And if he did manage to find sleep, his dreams would be wrought with the ruby gaze of the princess. That thought alone prompted such an ache in the man’s chest, that Silas threw his left hand against his ribs as if to console the pain. Those beautiful ruby eyes. Would he ever see them again?


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