M - a most beautiful ruby red

Razekiel Lykoi · 05-16-2010, 04:57 PM

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When had he and Silas met? The Russian was one of the first faces the coyote stumbled upon when he'd first returned to Inferni and meandered the surrounding areas. In fact, Silas had been the first outsider he'd met, not to mention how the two had become acquaintanced before Razekiel had even started to learn faces of the clan he now called home. Much had happened since then, many moons had passed over them, and yet Razekiel felt no different. From the looks of his foreigner comrade, little had changed in Silas as well.

The prince brightened at Silas' news—how had he snuck around Inferni without the hippie's notice? Razekiel noticed the dreamy look the Russo adopted and questioned it mentally, supposing that there was some deeper reason for his presence than what was being said, but the concept was quickly forgotten with the contented torrents within his head.

"What, this?" Razekiel pulled the joint from between his teeth and peered at it, only then recalling that the smoke they'd shared before had been nothing more than a tobacco cigarette. Silas didn't seem to know the difference—strange considering the coyote knew who else lived in the mansion and shared in the habit—and Cassius had been just as clueless when they'd last spoken, too. How was it so many had ducked out of the way of such wonderful drugs? He grinned. "Not at all, man. This here's pot—waaaay different, man. Sends you on a one-way trip to paradise. Kinda helps you chill, man." A contented look on his face, Razekiel held the joint up for his friend to share in.

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